CLANG!
A sharp crisp sound resonated as the sword struck against the safe.
The old man's hands trembled, his body swaying slightly as he took a cautious step back.
His face was worn, lined with age and exhaustion, but his grip on the sword was firm.
Kael grinned, tilting his head.
"So, you were the secret protector," he mused. "Kinda disappointing. Thought you'd be sharper than this."
The old man ignored him, raising his sword. "Put that down and fight me like a man!" he barked.
Kael let out a mocking chuckle. "Why? What's in here that you're so desperate to protect?" His tone was light, teasing, but his eyes held a glint of madness.
The old man didn't wait for an answer. He lunged.
CLANG!
The sword scraped against the metallic safe Kael was holding, sending sparks flying. The old man's eyes widened before he quickly stepped back.
"If you're a man, fight me properly! Show some chivalry!" he demanded.
