[color=lightblue]"Y'know I'm all for respectable, but the last time we dueled we had our weapons. But I'll go with it just this once."[/color]

Daniel found it more than a little suspicious that lean, mean Metz was offering to lay down his arms for a fist fight. He knew the vials of mana on the mage's belt were his lifeline. And last time, he'd fared comparably well with them.

But the black one... He wasn't so sure. But he'd test his limits one way or another.

He held out his hands and summoned his weapons. The ebony black blade and the shiny chrome pistol materialised in his hands with a burst of ice. The wolf held out the weapons and gestured towards the fountain.

[color=lightblue]"You count down from three, and we'll both throw our weapons into the fountain. Okay? I'm going to trust you on this one."[/color]