"You look pretty happy," I said to Vulcan as soon as I got close enough to him. The sun still hadn't risen, but I could feel that the night was close to ending. The torchlight made the mercenary leader look even more like a combat-addicted maniac.
"Yeah, maybe I am. It's been a while since I've had a fight with someone from outside my group. I only do some training to keep my senses from being dulled by time," he told me while cracking his neck.
I sighed deeply, preparing my body for the battle that was about to happen. In my mind, I went over everything I could remember about Vulcan and his firepower.
"By the way, boy, is Jasmine okay?" he asked me. He made a point of using her fake name in public, even though the crowd couldn't hear us from that distance.
"Yes, she's fine. Crying like a baby because she lost, but she's fine."
