"End this duel before the Dark Lord arrives. Take this half elf hostage, and negotiate with the Dark Lord. Don't bet on appealing to his memories of being a student here. That ship has sailed, old man." Lane urged only to see Elidyr's lips curl in an amused smile.
Elidyr's eyes flickered with anger at Lane's suggestion. "You think you can take me hostage?" he sneered. "I'd love to see you try."
On the other hand, Wulfric knew that Lane's suggestion, while desperate, might be their only chance to avoid total destruction. But he also knew that Elidyr wouldn't go down without a fight.
"I won't take you hostage, Elidyr," Wulfric said softly, his voice steady. "But I will end this, one way or another."
"Bold words for an old man. Let's see if you can back them up," Elidyr shot back.
Wulfric's calm demeanor didn't waver. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever was to come.