Malrik's figure could be seen blurring through the trees before he finally came to a stop before his opponent. It was the man who had attacked him with a dagger earlier, then Malrik had sent the man flying with a punch, which the man had blocked.
He was Threshold XI.
He stood with a smile on his face as though he had been waiting for Malrik to arrive. His twin daggers were in hand, held in reverse grips. The moment Malrik's figure flickered into place, Threshold XI spoke.
"It's an honor to fight the First Sun, Malrik Wargrave." His tone was calm, but someone could see a bit of drool rolling from the edge of his lips. After all, at this moment, he was wondering just how tasty Malrik's flesh was. He preferred eating Humans over any other type of meat. Especially the men, as they possessed more muscles to chew on, making them more tasty and succulent for him.
"If it's really an honor, then bow and kneel at my feet," Malrik replied with a smile on his face.
