You simply don't have the instinct for it!" the Dark Soul snapped, his patience wearing thin. "And enough of this pointless bickering!
We don't have the luxury of time right now. Step aside and agree to my terms, and I give you my word: once this battle is over, we will settle our dispute on equal footing. If you defeat me then, I will accept my loss cleanly and play no underhanded tricks. Now, do we have a deal?"
"Fine," White Kalen grunted, finally backing off. But before relinquishing full control, he leveled a sharp warning: "Let me make one thing clear, old fossil: if you dare play games with me, I promise you, even if it costs my life to drag you down, I will do it without hesitation."
As he spoke, he conjured a wisp of pitch-black flame within his spiritual palm.
