A Duel Between Lord And Disciple

Mar'Garet's eyes gleamed as she suddenly tossed the spear sideways toward Alister. He reacted instantly, catching it with a smooth, fluid motion. The weapon felt familiar in his grip, its weight balanced perfectly, and he gave it a quick spin before resting it at his side.

"Alright," Alister said, "we can spar. But I have a few conditions, or else this won't be a fair fight." He sounded like he was teasing, but there was a serious look in his gaze.

"I can't have my disciples showing me up when I'm not at my strongest, after all."

Mar'Garet raised an eyebrow, her crimson gaze steady. "Go on."

Alister's expression grew more focused. "You're not allowed to use your bloodline abilities or any of the powers you've gained since the last time we saw each other. Only your spear skills and physical capabilities."

"In turn, I, too, will do the same."