Mal: I am grateful. *Unsheathes blade* I will try not to bring you too much harm. After all, we are not enemies yet...
Cw: Yeah, but still. I'm gonna dull that sword. No decapitations here.
Mal: Very well.

Malachi plunged Crescent Moon into ground. Calmly running his hand along the flat of of the blade, he flicked it, causing it ring out a gorgeous note, that just so happened to perfectly map out the entire battlefield in his mind. "Shall we begin?" he questioned before rushing towards Griff, sword poised to strike...