Seeing as the situation was unavoidable, Curtis had a resigned look on his face. He pulled out his armor from his spatial ring and put it on.
"Before we fight, I want to know your name. Who are you?" Curtis asked when he put on the last piece of armor.
The white haired man raised his head proudly. "I am Rakon, the most prominent child of Her Excellency, Nedra."
"Nedra's child?!" Curtis' eyes flew open wide.
"Yes, we are all children of Nedra, and we do not appreciate your infatuation with our mother." Rakon affirmed. "In this fight, if I win, then you will leave this place immediately and never search for my mother. If you win, I will leave you be." He stated his terms.
When met with this reply, Curtis was taken aback. He briefly felt his confidence waver as he took it all in. But then he remembered what his goal was and his resolve was steeled. With eyes blazing with determination, he held up his golden broadsword and prepared to do battle.
