Bab 68: Sly Devil

"I don't like it one bit," I scrunched my nose at the odd-shaped spear he has in his hands.

"You don't like it?"

"No, I don't."

How can he expect me to fight him when he has something as hideous as the spear in his hand?

I'm not that stupid. There is no way I can do something of that sort.

"Then, let's fight without the weapon."

"What?"

"You heard me right, Grys. It's either we fight with our weapons, or we don't do that, at all. I won't mind any way you choose."

"But this isn't fair! How can you do something of this sort?"

"What sort?"

"How can you ask me to fight with you when you have that hideous thing with you?"

"Why shouldn't I ask that of you? You want to fight with your axe, right? Then, I'm fighting with mine. If you don't want me to fight with mine, then you have no right to fight with yours. Those are the terms."

"I'm not going to agree to such terms! How can you ask that of me!"