"Never, brother mine! I stopped underestimating you when you refused to be killed by the Borderland. But let's be serious. You recently gained the Errant Rank. There is no way you can match me, who gained it a while ago.
"Honestly, I have no intention of killing you. We can make a deal—you will serve me. We can meet knights who deal with the mind to make you swear the oath. That way, you will not betray me, and I will not kill you."
Atrox stared at him for a while before he stood from his tree stump. "Have your soldiers get out of here because I don't intend to hold back."
"They are Errant Knights."
"They've not faced my type of fire before," Atrox said, a clear warning in his voice.
Thrain stared at him, then clapped. "No matter what trick you want to play, Atrox, know that it will be ineffective."
Atrox resisted the urge to point out that Thrain was the one who looked like he had a bag full of tricks.
