Warrior of the Way
"Not much for talking, are you?"
The elf grinned, his perfect white teeth pointy and sharp. His lips were a metallic color as was his tongue. "I see no reason to give you knowledge you will not need, since I am about to kill you. The ellyll are a shortsighted race and will always leave you poorly informed." He plunged, stabbing his sword at Rhychard's middle. The Warrior parried, knocking the elf's sword to the right. The elven steed's whinny was more like a shriek as its shadow covered Rhychard. He spun, swinging the short sword, slicing through the creature's stomach. The black steed shrieked as its middle opened and its intestines hit the dirty concrete.
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