"I must say... You both demonstrated some rather exemplary swordplay just now. I found myself thoroughly captivated the longer I watched."
The young man's voice was smooth and deep, like a pool full of honey. His sweet words only helped to emphasize that fact.
"You and your..." His eyes lingered on Raizel for a moment, unsure of how to address the metal man.
"My brothe-"
"Just an attendant, Young master. Pay me no mind." Raizel said quickly.
Solomon almost fell on his face from the shock.
Never before had he heard Raizel sound so humble. If he didn't know any better, he would have believed this all to be one tremendous joke.
"...Capable and humble. You have yourself a good attendant, Young A'Kenai."
Solomon was surprised when the young man handed him a black business card.
"My name is Archon. I represent a certain... club within our fine academy."
Solomon and Raizel fought the urge to glance at each other.
"...I wasn't aware that we were allowed to create clubs."
