"I don't want to have to kill someone so young," Aerick muttered, calming his aura.
"And I don't want to have to kill a man who doesn't deserve to die," Ethan replied. "But it's a cruel world, isn't it?"
A dry, bitter laugh escaped Aerick's lips at those words.
He glanced over his shoulder, noticing that his wife had finally reached the wall.
Her tear-filled eyes were fixed on him, her hands clenching the wood as if she meant to crack it.
"Yes. It's a cruel world."
The two Lords exchanged one last glance, and then they advanced.
The metallic clang of swords began to echo around them without ceasing, while Ethan's two wives and Aerick's wife watched, their eyes trembling slightly with every powerful impact.
Naturally, none of them wanted to lose their man in a duel like this.
"I'm sorry, young man, but I can't die yet!" Aerick roared, his blade scraping along Ethan's breastplate and tearing off a sliver of metal with a piercing shriek.
