"Mind I ask you something, Svend?" Blaz stopped his howling and his longsword was stabbed into the snow-coated ground. He stood straight while readjusting all sorts of clothing he wore.
With the excessive amount of ice magic he let out, his body has finally retracted back to its human form. One by one he took off the protective leather armor he was wearing for the raid and put them into his [Inventory Ring]. In exchange, he pulled out his winterstone armor which was a lot more fitting for his now shorter body.
Blaz was extremely vulnerable at the time. Sure he can easily dodge and purge most of Svend's attacks, but the real reason why he was calm enough to do this was due to the dwarven pride. There's no way for someone as powerful as Svend to attack his enemy when he perfectly knows how unprepared they are.
The dwarves differ between a duel and an execution.
