Sparks exploded violently between the two warriors as they stared into each other's eyes with open animosity. Neither of them backed away from the clash. Ka'z's muscles remained tense beneath his crimson scales while Loki kept both hands firmly around his spear, the two of them measuring the other's strength through the pressure of their locked weapons.
"You fucking lizard, where the hell did you get this?" Loki asked, his eyes fixed on Ashin Grim as though the weapon mattered more to him than the battle itself.
"From the corpse of a dead piece of shit. Do you know him?" Ka'z retorted without hesitation.
