Paul walked toward Rorschach. He had already set down his bow and picked up the arrow, which had lost its Holy Light Blessing.
"Impressive, impressive," the "Divine Archer of Jasikone" said. He turned the arrowhead over and over, rubbing the runic traces on it, and seemed a little disappointed.
Paul pulled himself together. He was about the same age as Rorschach, and as he sized up his peer—who was already a senior and a Middle Level Mage—an irrepressible thought surfaced.
Paul pulled out the Blade of Evil-Breaking, which was bound to a short hilt, making it the equivalent of a dagger or short knife. He took a stance, swung it twice, and then issued a challenge. "Rorschach Mage, shall we test the next weapon?"
Rorschach understood the eager combatant's intentions. "You want to be the one to wield it and fight me?"
Paul nodded. "Yes, I want to challenge you. Of course, in a fight between an Apprentice and a Middle Level Mage, you don't mind if I use a weapon, do you?"
