"You are the strongest foe I've ever faced, Lor."
Lor grunted and said something incomprehensible.
"Babli to yourself ath ushal, ishon."
But the fury in his eyes conveyed what his jaw couldn't.
Vale stared at Lor's blade, which was raised and pointed at Vale's neck. With no sword of his own at the moment, Vale needed to close the distance without getting bisected.
Lor took a step toward Vale, who jumped back, staying just out of range, but also making sure to keep Vale's dropped weapon out of reach.
"Come on, let's play fair. Can I have my weapon back?"
'I know I punched you in the nuts, but let's have some class and decorum.'
With a powerful kick off the ground, Lor lunged at Vale, moving at a frightening speed.
Vale rolled away, then vaulted over the fallen bike, then came to a stop.
As Vale had hoped, the man chased him, but stopped once he reached the mountain bike.
