Richard sensed the gaze of everyone on the platform, and with a burst of devious laughter, he said, "What do you mean? You bragged that you could enter, I only followed you to see."
"I'm not in the mood to play any longer. Give up, hand over your reward and scram." Dean sneered
'I've always wanted to say that.' Dean thought internally after saying the word 'scram'.
"You'd have to take it yourself." Richard didn't budge. He would never give the reward to Dean.
"Don't regret this later." Dean laughed mischievously and rushed forward.
Richard threw the blade from his right hand to his left hand. He knew with the cut on his wrist, he wouldn't be able to have a firm grasp of his sword and that would be dangerous against Dean.
Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal hitting metal resonated across the platform as everyone watched in silence.
