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Nodding toward his now ally, Kalenel set back in the ready stance he had learned many eras ago during his Rhingorda training. Although he had not pursued any further skill in the art formally as of yet, he was a good fighter with a quick wit. Letting his swords stay in their blackened sheath's, Kalenel turned once more toward his human aquantince. "How about we teach them some manners?" The fallen prince stated, in his deeply accented common speech. With another one of his signature smirks, he readied himself for the fight.
Reacting swiftly as the shorter man came toward him, the upstart warrior quickly dodged to the outside of the punch to his left. Hoping to still catch the advancing human off guard due to his momentum, Kalenel would attempt a swift kick to the man's stomach with his back right leg. It would be a swift kick, meant only to stun the man while Kalenel set himself in motion to land some bigger attacks. Whatever the outcome, Kalenel would position himself to the left of the man, alert as ever and ready to dodge any incoming strikes.
Only if the idiot of a man knew who he was up against the prodigy of none other than Faust D'rinishad...
Elric's opponent, smart enough to understand he had a reach advantage on the shorter Elric, stayed to the outside letting out a two quick jabs with his lead left hand. They would be easy enough to dodge, but Elric would need to figure out how to get inside the man's long reach.
The crowd around the two shouted to each other, making bets on who would be the victors of the bar brawl. The guard of the city stayed away, not bothering to break up an entertaining slobber knocker. They would however, likely step in if a weapon was pulled.
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