Sparring Partner (2)

Karz Walt narrowed his eyes at the scar on his body. Warden had already noticed how obnoxious the scar could be. It went from his midriff, curling to below his waist—a thick one with a deep mark, leaving him to wonder what could be the cause of it. There were two other peculiar scars on his back. Warden hadn't had time to ponder on them. 

Although the scars were obnoxious, his roommate's eyes shone with approval. He guessed this was the very kind of reaction he would get from someone like him, who gave off the vibe of a warmonger.

"Bring out your soul relics, and we can fight now," Karz Walt said, his eyes showing fervour as if he were waiting for a fight.

"Soul relic?" Warden raised an eyebrow.

"Your cloak, which you can turn into a force field of defence," Karz Walt said. He waited for a couple of seconds to add, "Are you open now, or should I go to the virtual world to train?"

"Wait a couple of minutes. I will join you."