Faraway Menace

From the top of the pyramid, Khalor looked back at the two pro players watching him. He smiled in a fake fashion.

"I don't want to fight you, but I will, if need be." He told them, keeping up the facade.

Killi and Blue could feel the cold aura washing off of the man. It felt like just the mere act of looking at him was robbing them of their life.

Blue was the first one to snap out of the half-trance.

"What is it you want then?" She asked, cautiously.

"I want to reach the next stage, but not before I get one more item." He replied, sitting down on the steps.

"What item?" Killi asked next.

"That is on a need-to-know basis. And you don't fucking need to know." Khalor responded, angry at the prying Ranger.

"Oh? And what if I decide I want that item." Killi said with a smirk, as he pulled his bowstring taut.

"Then you would seek death." Khalor said, his gaze piercing into Killi.

*CAW!*