By now, the rest of the Squad Six first-year hunters were gathering around the arguing pair, intrigued by the suggestion their Leader had just put up. 'A duel…'
"Just have a duel already. I see no simpler way to resolve this issue," Arthur had cut Anthony off just as soon as he turned to him for support in the argument.
Now, the swordsman was starting to turn a little pale.
"A-a duel?" he swallowed.
"Yeah… It doesn't have to be one where you fight each other. Just have a small competition… The first to slay a dark creature within the week w-wins—"
Arthur froze at the end of his statement. A sudden wave of nostalgia and a little dizziness took over him. His eyes glazed over and flashes of blurry images ran through his mind.
'How about this? The first to slay ten boar-oxen wins. You up for it, Carrot Top?'
'You bet, Snow. It'll be different this time though. You'll be eating my dust!'
'You wish…'
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