"You've done worse, I'm sure," Ragnar retorted coolly as he regarded the man in front of him.
Behind him, Casilo's hand hovered near the hilt of his sword, his fingers twitching with unease the moment Arius took a step closer.
Arius halted when his pitch-black eyes shifted to Casilo, who was standing just a few paces away. His gaze lingered, then dropped, observing the way Casilo's grip tightened around the weapon in a silent warning.
"I see you brought along your little soldier," Arius said to Ragnar, his voice laced with hints of mockery. His focus returned to Casilo, lips curling into a smirk. "Go on then, draw your sword. Let's see how far you get before I rip your heart out of your chest."
