Yograj cracked his shoulders with a loud pop, rolling them back as a sly grin crept across his face. "Wanna see who's more skilled then? I'll let you see," he said, his voice sharp with challenge as he stepped closer to Razeal.
Razeal's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't flinch, didn't move back, but instead gave a slow shake of his head. "No."
That one word hit the air with heavy finality.
"No?" Yograj's brows rose, his expression twisting with mock disbelief. He let out a half-laugh, half-scoff, his eyes rolling in obvious exaggeration. "What's this? Backing down already? Scared, kid?"
But Razeal's voice remained plain, calm, almost bored. "We are standing on a ship. With your strength.. and mine if we fought seriously, this vessel would be obliterated within moments And not to sat It would serve no purpose. Just a meaningless thing to do."
