Dajorn goes everywhere.))
Dajorn eyed him carefully. Who does he think he's fooling? He thought to himself. His steeled gaze held though, waiting for the demon to make his move instead, though not breathing a word of it. After ll, no self-reapecting dwarf would tell someone to attack before them. He stepped back, holding a wide but balanced stance, then stepped forward, trying to throw Verinian off. Both had very unqiue styles of fighting, and very uniquely forged weaponry.
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Leorah watched, her confidence regaining in the idea that no matter what, the end result of this duel could give her a chance to flirt with this beauty of a demon. Her vision got blurry around the edges, and the only object she noticed was the demon. She snapped back to reality, realizing she was sort of abandoning Overa. She turned on her heel and walked over to her. "Nice sword. Where'd you get it? It doesn't look like normal demon craft."