Lyle's gaze remained steady, and his tone carried a mix of confidence and a hint of mischief. "I never expected you to let me walk away freely, sir Elron. I have no intention of becoming your enemy, however, and I would certainly like for this to be over without the two of us coming to blows."
"Coming to blows?"
"Do you think you are qualified to fight me, boy?!"
The room buzzed with an unspoken tension as Elron shouted, but deep inside, he considered his next move. The Grand Knight's aura continued to radiate power, but Lyle stood his ground, displaying no signs of fear or submission.
"You're in a difficult position, Elron," Lyle continued. "I have the upper hand here, and you have a choice to make. You can accept the situation and find a way for us to coexist without unnecessary conflict, or you can challenge me and risk the safety of your son and others."
