Chapter 6: Undisputed
Garth stood up and threw off his black robes, revealing the armor he wore underneath. Garth had abandoned his dragonhide for something more suitable. He wore a tight fitting legs and body made from interlaced layers of hardened cloth, linens, and thin sheets of metal. It had the strength of Kevlar and allowed for great flexibility and movement. He then removed his hood, revealing a face that had been deeply scarred both physically and emotionally. His face showed absolutely no emotion. It had been shaped from well over twenty years of brutal training as well as having grown up and lived around death. Garth’s eyes were colder than even the highest peaks of White Wolf Mountain. His hair was dark red and jagged. Kargill and Roven were almost scared to look at him.
Garth reached down and drew two long, curved swords with a thick blade, the likes of which neither Kargill nor Roven had ever seen. The scimitar-like swords were both clear, but as Garth moved them they began to give off different colors depending on which direction the sun was reflecting off of them.
“Is that crystal?” Roven asked.
“These scimitars are made of a particularly rare type of metal. I like to call them lucent given their translucent color that changes in the sunlight.”
“This might be a little bit tougher than I thought,” said Kargill as he drew his weapons. Aside from his crystal sword, he had a metallic battle staff. The staff was relatively short and broad with jagged ends, making it a suitable one handed weapon. His father's black crystal lay imbedded in the center of the staff, which conducted and amplified his magical energy.
Roven began to circle around so that he and Kargill were on both sides of Garth. Roven was ducked behind his circular shield in a defensive stance; his long, broad sword glinting in the sun. Roven tilted his head back and let out his battle cry.
"This is for Falador!"
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