Ragon smiled after hearing the Woran's challenge. In his time spent with his loved one at the clan lands, he was definitely active as one of their agents. If there is one thing that was not dulled with time, it was the warrior's wit.
"If you think I have gone rusty, you must have grown senile with your old age you flea-bag!"
The two had such a history together, teasing was just a normal part of the conversations they shared. It was the Woran who introduced Ragon to the influential characters of the clan lands.
After rotating his neck left and right, following the cracking snap, Ragon started to stretch nonchalantly while Eron went through his transformations. "That shiny trinket of yours again mate? I guess it's hard to teach an old cat new tricks," Ragon said. To the common eye, at least in comparison to his feline friend, the warrior was nothing special and his preparation for the friendly competition was remedial at best. The fact that the warrior was blind did not aid the situation in the slightest.
"It's been awhile since we have gone a round or two Eron! I accept your challenge, just don't get mad when I beat you again!" As he was walking to the door to meet his challenger, he looked back at his lover and smiled. Reassurance was important, not because she was worried about his health, but because as mischievous as Ragon was, he was known for getting into trouble.
"Don't worry love, this shouldn't take long! At the look of this old cat I would say he is on his last leg! I might let him win!" Ragon said with just enough volume resonating in his voice for the Woran to hear him. "It's hard to sound bad-ass with that staff of yours tapping around to see!" The Woran shouted playfully as he awaited his opponent. Of course it was all friendly gestures. There was not a hint of animosity with the two friends and their spouts. OK, well maybe a little, but it was all doused in friendly competition.
After making his way to the beaten circle outside of the Tavern, Ragon recalled all of the matches he watched occur at this very spot. This was the very "arena" that Exanderous and Sarkaras had sparred. He hoped his body would provide just half of the entertainment that fight produced. It was hard to live up to the warriors of the past.
Ragon stood parallel to Eron and adjusted the bandanna hugging his eyes ever so slightly. A shiny trinket clasped on his right shoulder caught the light and twinkled vibrantly while the blind one stretched out his chest and upper back. There was something that was changing about his physical stature. He stood straighter, walked faster, and he seemed to bare a smirk of confidence on his features that seemed perpetual. Ragon possessed a physical manifestation of arrogance, which was a completely different persona and attitude than the humble and honored mentality the warrior harbored inside the Tavern.
Ragon threw his staff in the air and after several flashy rotations, the warrior caught it and landed in a linear, elongated stance with the staff above his head and pointing towards Eron at a downward angle. His right hand was raised higher than the left, and the smirk was now more noticeable than ever.
"Your move. Ladies first, old friend!"
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