Rynar glanced at Rynor and gave a quick nod. "Not bad. That kick looked clean."
Rynor smirked back. "Your punch wasn't half bad either."
They both laughed loudly.
The crowd picked up the sound and then fell silent as Ragric and Rovric came from the sides.
Rovric folded his arms, chin up. Ragric spun his spear once and hooked it over his shoulder.
"Well, well," Rovric said, his voice dripping with amusement.
"Look who's back. The so-called Terror Twins, the weak troublemakers we used to defeat daily."
Ragric chuckled.
"Yeah, I never understood that name. 'Terror'? Please. The only thing you were terrified of was your reflection."
He leaned forward slightly, his grin sharp.
"And you actually had the guts to come back here? Who told you that was a smart idea?"
Rynar didn't flinch. He just stepped a half step forward and smirked.
"We came back to fight. If that bothers you, stand aside."
Rovric's eyes narrowed. "Fight? You? Don't make me laugh."
