"Take my life? Try me!"
Muryl roared and charged forward. With a flurry of fists he aimed to overwhelm Dimitrin.
Thwack-
The nunchucks scored a blow across Muryl's jaw, stunning him momentarily. Dimitrin calmly spun it on their side, "A simplistic weapon, allowing anyone to swing with their full might without having to worry about repercussion. It would really suit a beast like you."
Muryl touched his jaw, "You land a single hit and act all cocky, that's why I hate you Abyssal folk. Always thinking you're superior."
"Enough talking."
"Ha! Your strength is on par with mine! You think you can actually stop me?!"
Muryl threw a fist forward, Dimitrin side stepped it and struck Muryl's side with the nunchucks, "There's a difference between our levels."
Wincing, Muryl retorted, "As if!"
