Burly men donning reinforced, sleeveless leather armor and metal arm guards formed a circle around Sara's group of adventurers and Captain Don's band of mercenaries. For the last hour or so, ever since the arrogant, but unfortunately quite talented noble boy greeted them, they have been on a downhill slope.
The theatrics have quickly fallen apart, it didn't take more than just 15 minutes before the two sides exploded and turned the ruined ancient city street into a bloody battle.
The young Lord Bartholomeo Diaz, the 'Third' as he preferred, was now hauling a long exotic blade, a lavish-looking saber with a gemstone adorned golden hilt, swinging with terrifying precision, each strike hurling a cry, a bloodcurdling roar.