|
A familiar grin flashed across the dark elf’s lips as Kalenel’s blades caught the light of the room, reflecting it haphazardly along the walls and the ceiling. Analyzing them with a cursory glance, Faust’s head dipped approvingly as both Blood Winter and Soulseeker appeared in his hands, the Prince’s most trusted weapons.
“You’re right,” the dark elf responded with a chuckle, clearly amused by Kalenel’s forwardness. Despite his limited experience, the second youngest member of House D’Rinishad was becoming a fine swordsman – his demonstrated prowess in Acumin testified to that. “Words can wait. Let us do what we came to do.”
Allowing his blades to fall languidly to his sides, the dark elf nodded for Kalenel to initiate the duel. Of course, Faust’s seemingly lethargic posture was his trademark stance, and it was one that Kalenel himself knew quite well by now.
And by the end of their training session together, the young D’Rinishad would be able to hold his own against most opponents. Faust would make sure of it.
|