“I don't want to fight you.”
Tossing his head back, Arin grinned up at the sky and trembled with soft laughter. “How amusing,” he replied. “You act as if you have a choice in the matter. How long has it been since you've been forced to employ your combat skills, Glin? Do you think they may have atrophied over the long-”
Glin threw a punch.
The other man's hand came up, striking his wrist and knocking his arm aside. Four dark knuckles collided with Glin's face, and his vision was filled with bright silvery flecks. His opponent spun for a back-kick.
A boot to the chest made Glin double over and back up along the sidewalk, gasping and wheezing the whole time. He could still sense the other man's silhouette. Arin came running at him.
The man jumped for a high kick.
Glin stepped to the le
