Ravian stared at the blonde-haired man for a moment. "You..." he began. "Are you freaking crazy?"
Arthur, who was tying his hair up neatly into a half-up ponytail, flinched at his words. "What?"
Ravian looked him straight in the eyes, confused. "What do you mean by 'What weapon'?" He stared at Arthur as if genuinely worried for his mental state. "Please don't try to act cool when your opponent is holding a damn sword."
Arthur clutched his stomach as he burst into laughter. 'He really hasn't changed one bit.'
He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "No, I meant I really don't have a sword."
Ravian hesitated for a moment. "Then are you a mage? If not, how were you able to train all these years without a weapon?"
Arthur smiled slyly. "But I awakened two days ago."
"Yes, as I thought, you—" Not just Ravian's eyes, but those of everyone nearby widened.
"Come again."
