(Sorry for the delay. Life happened:)
Two members of the rioting crowd at the dueling arena asked to duel. Who am I to refuse any excuse for unwarranted acts of violence?
The two were magicians, but not ones I knew, nor did I learn their names. I don't particularily care for evil sorcerers, because you can't trust them. So I called them the old one and the young one.
Let the battle begin!
The old guy barely moves. The young guy doesn't stop moving.
Cool flip. Grandpa on the left apparently has arthritis. What kind of a sorceror can't cure his own arthritis? He's a fake old has-been with no skillz whatsoever.
He lands. The old guy still has barely moved.
He moves his cane. Geez, what a loser.
Wait, an axe?
This suddenly got interesting.
Their weapons are locked.
The old guy broke the other guy's staff. Go, old guy. Forget that thing about the arthritis!
The old guy wins.
He really hasn't moved all that much. He did break the dueling bridge. The Goblin King'll be mad. Who cares? I can defeat him any day, I am unstoppable, MUHAHAHAHA!
So the whole fight was over some dagger. The old geezer got it.
At this point, I left the whole scene. My work here is done. Now I must go and conquer the world. GOODBYE! MUHAHAHAHA!!!
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