This Young Master brandished his wooden sword and beat Averoth senseless. The fight was so thorough that nobody could refute the battle. Eventually the small amount of power built underneath the two began to unravel after word of their thorough defeat began to spread.
Nobody wanted to offend a powerful family. . .
When Salamandor found that he wasn't home nor at work he grew worried. Searching all over the city until he found Averoth on its outskirts, resting on a hill staring at the night sky.
Just as Salamandor was about to call out, the look on Averoth's face made him stop.
It had already been a few years since they moved to this city. Although they still had their fights, it was not nearly has hate filled as their first scuffles. Salamandor already felt closer to this city than he did the other one. The time he spent here was held closer to his heart than he thought.
