Martial Arts
Corre and Ogas faced off on the barren streets of the town. The area was where the poorest of the poor live. Often, people can be seen spending their time alone, weakly trying to survive in dark corners, as no one would really come here to help them. Beggars cannot even be beggars in this place. Thus, it was wide enough for the two of them to fight and not hurt others.
Corre threw off his dark cloak and revealed a man with a silver pendant on his neck. He was clothed in a black tunic and light armor with a little of chain mail. His face was not scrunched up but he was definitely not happy.
A frown remained pasted on his face, as he quickly drew his 25 inches sword from his belt slowly, the blade made a hissing whisper as it was removed from the sheathe.
All the while, Corre was holding Ogas firmly in his gaze.