Tobias spat at the ground when the newcomer appealed to the crowd. He had never met anyone with their head quite this far up their arse, but there was a first time for everything. While his opponent basked in some imagined glory, Tobias took several steps forward, and he grabbed his crotch suggestively. Throwing a wink to one of the younger ladies in the crowd, Tobias let out a laugh as she sneered in response. A ripple of laughter overtook the crowd, stealing their interest away from Rorton. The soldier smirked when Andy turned to face him at last.
"Honor is useless," he recited, "glory is of no use to the dead." The words were muffled by the laughter and cheers of the crowd, but they were not meant for the other man. With a sharp intake of air, Tobi watched the self-proclaimed legend killer grasp a whip from his side. Tobias' mind raced as Andy Rorton introduced himself, complete with whiplash accompaniment.
The whip struck out toward Tobi quickly and with little pretense, and he jerked backward and winced at the sharp, staccato sound. The distance between them was great enough that the sound snapped several inches in front of his body, but the whip lacked the closeness to strike true. The crowd went silent, and the ringing in Tobias' ears shook him enough that he knew better than to scoff at the whip's effectiveness. "Tobias," he returned in a gruff voice, one hand rubbing at his temple. A second strike would likely not miss him. "Not legendary, and not planning on dying today." At the snide retort, a chorus of cheers broke out.
Sand stirred up at their feet as Tobias strode forward, defiance and confidence dripping from him in droves. Dwarven steel lifted and the tip pointed toward Rorton with purpose. The Knight of Tears sharpened his senses, awaiting another attempted strike. "Have at you."
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