"So, as I was saying…" The figure's voice slid across the clearing, smooth, unfazed, as though the mage's death had been nothing but a preamble. He let the tip of his sword drag lazily against the dirt, sparks hissing where it struck stone. His grin never left his face."Let's talk."
The swordsman narrowed his eyes, his knuckles whitening as he tightened his grip. "About what?"
The figure chuckled low in his throat. "About you handing me your points."
The spearman spat, lowering his stance. "How stupid do you think we are?"
"I don't," the figure replied, tilting his head. "I think you're smart. Strong. Capable. That's why I'm offering to talk instead of killing you outright."
