"Why have you done this? You dishonour this family, assault a man unprovoked, and now bring him to death's door! Why?" Phyle demanded.
"Unprovoked?" Marcus asked in disbelief. "He outright refused the word of Bruce Darr. He spoke ill of everyone outside of the walls of the inner city to my face, someone from the North, and he can't seem to understand that he should keep his hands to himself. He is lucky this is a duel, otherwise I would be willing to tear him apart with my bare hands."
Something had taken hold of Marcus, something unfamiliar. It filled him with rage and anger, and pushed him to achieve the complete and utter decimation of his opponent.
