Rhoan, Fifth on the Top Ten and one of the Inner Circle's famed prodigies.
He was standing across from me and waiting for a move to be made.
His sword rested across his shoulders as though it were no heavier than a stick but it was a large curved blade which was sure to weigh a ton.
When his eyes met mine, there was a flicker of amusement there.
I smiled faintly at his rxpression.
The corners of his mouth twitched as he watched me. "I hope I'm not here to waste my morning on mediocrity."
Behind me, Rikan let out a low whistle. "You hear that, Micah? He thinks you're a warm-up."
"Then I'll make sure he's properly warmed," I replied without looking back.
Rhoan's smirk sharpened. "I like that confidence. Let's see how long it lasts."
The presiding elder raised his hand. "Weapons ready! The duel between Inner Circle Rank Five, Rhoan of the Crimson Path, and Inner Circle Rank Ten Micah, begins at my mark."
