"Let's get this over with." Ulfar let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry for what's coming next. I wish you had given up sooner. I have no control over this weapon. If I may give you some advice, don't let that blade cut you."
Jake remained unfazed, but his wary gaze lingered for a fleeting moment on the ordinary sword wielded by Ulfar. He had seen what his bow was capable of. If he was advising him not to get hurt by his sword, then he wouldn't.
Ulfar was clearly not as bad a guy as he wanted to make out. During the whole fight, he had been relatively friendly and courteous. This was in perfect contrast to his hostile and conceited attitude before the fight.
"I am going to attack." The King of Beskyr warned him solemnly as he raised his sword in an attack stance.
"Come." Jake beckoned him in cool fashion.
