Arad flew toward Vars at a blinding speed, "You aren't even looking at me," He lifted his adamantine sword, swinging down.
Vars conjured a bone sword and deflected Arad's blow, "You're persistent. The more you press me, the more people are going to die,"
"When Alcott minded the people, the red dragon still burned the whole city down. If that's the case, I'm just going to fight anyway," Arad replied, swinging his sword again. Each time Vars deflected the attack, he found it harder.
"Cold logic, let them die if they are going to die anyway?" Vars giggled, "By your words then. All humans die eventually. Why do their lives matter?"
