Rhydor's POV
The man did not want to fight, that was the part that kept getting in the way.
Every time I swung, he blocked. Clean and efficient, his massive sword met my axe with a control that said he could end this whenever he decided to. But he never pushed back. Never pressed forward. Never tried to create an opening or finish what I was clearly trying to start.
I swung again. Metal on metal, sparks jumping off the impact and dying in the smoke around us.
"I am not here for you," he said. His voice was low and completely unbothered. Like we were having this conversation somewhere quiet over a meal instead of in a burning corridor with axes involved.
"You attacked my people," I said. "That is enough."
I came at him again. He blocked, stepped sideways, and let my momentum carry me forward without capitalizing on it. The sword in his hand could have taken my head off at least twice. He had not tried once.
He swung toward the wall instead.
