Rook stepped into the center of the field, his movements silent and deliberate, each step placed with the precision of a man who already knew the outcome of the fight. He passed the racks of exotic weapons, ignoring the wicked curves of scimitars, the glint of finely balanced longswords, and the heavy axes that called for raw power. His skeletal hand stopped only at a round shield, a xiphos—a short, double-edged sword—to hang at his hip, and a standard Greek dory spear.
His choice of such a basic soldier's kit made Karl narrow his eyes. The Arch Lich knew Rook's training and repertoire — the bouncer skeleton could handle any weapon in the room, from whips to warhammers — yet here he was, picking the gear of an ancient hoplite."What is he doing…?" Karl thought. "That's not his usual flair… unless—"
Luma's smirk deepened, her dual khopeshes gleaming in the dim light of the torches. Her tail flicked once in anticipation.
