Garen's sword clattered against his opponent's spear, his partner in this dance answered his challenge confidently. Perhaps this would actually be a good fight? His attention refocused on his adversary who pulled back, pointing his spear at Garen. He felt the air draw a gasp as the energy starting gathering around the weapon's point, finally blasting lightning straight towards him. 

Garen managed to barely dodge to side, his sleeve singed with the heat of the blast. Rolling to the side he sprung back on his feet, drawing his second sword, Tân, from it's fine leather bound scabbard at his right hip. He charged at the bone clad man, hanging to the side in case he fired another bolt at him. When he got within striking distance he swung Gwynt, aiming high whilst he thrust Tân at his opponent's middle.