The next instance, Ryan's sword was on his throat, making a drop of Gwent's sweat to drop on his shinny sword, if Ryan was his opponent, his head would have rolled.
" I admit that you are indeed talented with the sword but dodn't think that this is the end. " Gwent spit aside the sweat that had trickled down into his mouth and then put his axe on his back. He took out his two daggers from his chest pockets.
