"Come at me with the intent to kill."
"..." Jash stammered, "Bil, I don't want to–"
"You couldn't kill me if you wanted to. Now, come. Prove me wrong," Bil stated, holding his walking stick at the ready.
Jash did the best he could to compose himself and steady his steps. He moved to stand across from Bil. His hand hesitated when unsheathing his sword, but he eventually threw the sheath to Nelphy's feet. "Bil, I can't–"
"Do you chat with those you wish dead?!"
Lunging forward, Bil appeared before Jash with his cloth-wrapped stick crashing down from the sky.
Death… In but an instant, Jash felt death coming to claim his life. He acted purely on impulse and jumped backward while the wind of the strike blew over Jash's face.
Crunch!
Bil scoffed, "You should've side-stepped or parried. Have you forgotten the basics?"
