Shingggg!!!
Crunch!!!
A dulled blade and a dark yew staff clashed.
Larkin leaned against the wall of the inn and watched the youthful wielders of the weapons retreat swiftly then they stepped forward taking a swipe at each other.
The sword bearing youth had a lot of power behind his blows, yet the one with the staff had the natural disposition of a trained warrior, he used his staff effectively to knock away and block only when necessary, but the rest of the time he moved with lithe steps avoiding the strikes.
Then the moment an opening appeared in the sword wielding youth he would let loose a decisive jab and knock the sword wielder down.
Thud!!!
Uriel fell down hard on the cobble street for the umpteenth time that hour, but he didn't allow himself to dwell on it, he knew well that Urlo was superior to him as a fighter.
