The Gladiator
Velkadin walked slowly toward you, sword drawn. You lift your own weapon into fighting stance.
"Let's begin, Gladiator." Velkadin whispered just loud enough for you to hear. You flinch at his tone - you know that it's only a battle 'till first blood, but you're aware that Velkadin wouldn't hesitate to take off your hand if he got the chance. Brother or not, family ties meant next to nothing to Velkadin.
You circle each other for a few minutes, each waiting for the other to make the first move. All of a sudden, Velkadin swings his sword at you, and you nimbly dodge to the side. You know that you're going to have to attack him soon.
"Let's begin, Gladiator." Velkadin whispered just loud enough for you to hear. You flinch at his tone - you know that it's only a battle 'till first blood, but you're aware that Velkadin wouldn't hesitate to take off your hand if he got the chance. Brother or not, family ties meant next to nothing to Velkadin.
You circle each other for a few minutes, each waiting for the other to make the first move. All of a sudden, Velkadin swings his sword at you, and you nimbly dodge to the side. You know that you're going to have to attack him soon.