"You think that you can defeat an Elder of the Duelling Blades Sect?" The man laughed.
Karl took out the Blade of Champions and slung it over his shoulder.
"I don't think I can beat you. I know that I'm going to beat you like a disobedient child. Now, do you want me to use the blade or the flat of my sword?"
The Acolyte stared at Karl in absolute shock. Nobody dared to mock a duelling champion like that.
"Since nobody is speaking, I will give you an advantage, a handicap when fighting the mentally handicapped. I will stay in this form instead of transforming."
The Elder was nearly frothing at the mouth in rage. But he was still holding back as the rest of his group approached.
If he was counting on them to help, he was in for a bad time.
[He's in for a bad time anyhow. I want to know what he looks like as a lawn sprinkler.] Rae corrected.
"Hey Mark. How much of his corpse do we have to give back to be properly polite?" Karl asked.
