The Baron saw the knife fly straight out of the forest, aiming at his head with precision. Reacting swiftly, Gorrendil swung out with the flat of his blade, sliding it down the knife. With a flick of his wrist, the knife was sent spiralling to his right, falling with a dull thud. He quickly put his blade back in a guard position. He saw whisps of mist in the forest and the man readied his sword.

This was his fight, and his opponent would have to come to him.