"Can I try?"
Everyone turned their attention to Trantor, who was already stepping toward Oli. "Do you mind if we spar a little bit? Master Zelsh has given me a soul art, though it's only a basic one to protect me in the Prefecture Qualifier."
Intrigued, Oli nodded. "Alright. If Master Zelsh is alright with it, then I'm ready to go right now."
Fulkar was already walking back to the others when he heard that comment. He felt a surge of self-languish enter his heart, but it burned inside him like a motivating bonfire. Who would want their sparring match to be equivalent to their opponent's warm-up?
"I'd like to see this, myself," laughed Zelsh. "But you'll both be using your peak-elder weapons. You should take all the time you can to get used to them."
"Right," Oli and Trantor replied in unison, smiling as they stood a few krin apart.
