Settling it by the Sword

"Last chance, Mertin…" Jonon calmly took in a deep breath, retrieving his best two swords, the one that was used against Oli along with its pair. "I'll accept a rightful apology and we can leave without a scratch on us."

"Jonon… I think you know it's too late for that, regretfully…" Mertin sighed, retrieving a single sword that matched the color of Jonon's blue blades, but the blade seemed to be slightly longer.

"Oh? It's rare to see you so impassioned for a good fight nowadays. I'm looking forward to seeing what you've accomplished in your secret training." Jonon suddenly leaped forward, making the first move and closing the gap immediately. His first strike was without essence, meant to test Mertin's supposedly-stale reflexes.