"You've been stroking your katana way too much recently. Are you itching to go swinging your katana again?" Warlord Brontagar asked as he glanced at the katana sheathed in a black and red scabbard, lying flat across Warlord Raelith's lap.
Warlord Raelith smiled. Obsession seemed to flicker in his eyes for a brief second, like a spark that had found dry wood.
"Well, I'm having a sparring session with the Supreme Monarch's son. Although the date hasn't been officially set yet," Warlord Raelith replied eagerly, a hint of excitement creeping into his tone.
"You're sparring with an Ecliptic ranker? I didn't know you were into bullying juniors," Warlord Brontagar remarked, raising an eyebrow in mock disapproval.
"It's not bullying. We're going to be suppressed to the same rank. Besides, he proposed the spar, not the other way around," Warlord Raelith replied in his defense, slightly frowning.
