He stood, sword in hand, glaring at the boy with his own sword. "Why are you attacking me? I've done no harm to you." As Salis uttered the words, he clenched his cursed fist, the cloth of the glove soaked and torn from the previous slash, his blood dripping ever slowly from the glove, staining the cloth and the ground a rich purple.

The Half Demon sighed, throwing his sword into the ground, having concentrated enough energy to produce a moderate earthquake. As everything around them came crashing down, Salis caught a tree on fire with ease, making sure the battle ahead would last a time.

"So? Answer my question, boy. Why are you attacking me?"

"That's none of your business. Now, I want you to leave this place and don't return, if you know what's good for you."

Before the man could finish his sentence, Salis appeared behind him, blade to blade. He pushed against the metal blocking his, sliding the tempered steel down just enough to cut his boot. Mumbling a short curse, the youth, took a step back; his opponent however took this sign, slashing downward. Salis raised his left arm, blocking the majority of the damage.

When Felix went to raise his blade, some of the cloth caught on the metal, ripping the glove off. The Half Demon's eyes widened a bit, trying to hide his arm behind his back. Once more, he yelled, "What is your objective to attack me?!"

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