I blinked. Once. Then twice. Then thrice. Soon enough, I was blinking and looking around at the otherwise stunned mages who stared at my soon-to-be opponent with equal confusion and surprise. Talvik, utterly terrified and taken aback by the sudden challenge, was speechless and inconsolable.
I stood there with a confused frown as I stared down the mage called Yaluk. Yaluk stared back at me with a determination that could only be excused as foolishness.
Nobody, as in nobody, should be this foolish. In fact, if he wanted to take his own life, then I wanted nothing to do with it.
And yet here I was. After thousands of years I was again challenged to a duel. Back then the duels I partook in and endured were equal and somewhat fair. Entire regions were laid to waste by the mere clash of dueling behemoths.
