Logi drowned the rest of his ale in one swift move before discarding the cup, the clatter echoing around the threshold.
Suddenly, with lightning speed, a sword launched toward him, embedding in the wall just inches from his head.
"Whoa...You could have taken my head there" he turned to Kraven, barely seen because of the dim lighting, and the sharp scrape of a blade's tip dragging against the ground echoed through the area.
"Take the sword and fight me"
Logi licked his lips and pulled the sword out. "Are you rattled?" he asked, matching toward him in bravery but he paused when the light hit Kraven's face, and found him unamused.
Kraven is never unamused.
"Tell me Logi, have you taken time to train yourself properly?"
"What—" he began, but the words caught in his throat as Kraven charged toward him with incredible speed.
He managed to block the attack, but the force sent him stumbling backward.
