Though Tycondrius found the Neerin Neelia's presence barely tolerable, he did enjoy seeing her face twist with disbelief and indignation.
"You... can't be serious? Am I talking to a brick wall?"
"I'm done talking," Tycon replied.
He planted his feet and swung his sword.
Neerin sheathed her forearm with mana, blocking the attack with an infuriating level of ease.
"You're being really f*cking childish right now."
Tycon drew back, then made a careful forward-step, aiming Mercy at her throat. Neerin stepped to the side, countering with a punch.
The mana-strike had an extended range of effect, so Tycon received a blow to the chest and was forced backward.
"If you're trying to persuade me of something," he growled, "attacking my character is a largely ineffective tactic."
"Tycon! The fate of the Realm is at stake!"
As Neerin attempted her superfluous plea, she opened her arms wide.
