What Kothar didn't know was that these sorts of impromptu duels had become common all over Ursten, but very rarely, and typically only by accident, would someone die in one of them.
Timothy let his blades fall to his side, now standing a few feet from Greg, and he turned back to the lanky young man, who had a confused look in his eyes.
"It seems to me that you've got a lot more power than you have experience. Next time, do a little more training before you decide to challenge someone you've never seen before." Timothy gave Greg a toothy smile, before leaping back on to the back of the wagon he had been sitting in.
As for Greg, the confused expression on his face was soon replaced by a sequence of shifting emotions.
First, was pain, as he registered the slight cut that Timothy had made to his neck, then was shock, as he realized that he had been cut without even noticing.
