Darsis was a younger male just over 18. He popped his neck as he walked into the area, signature Silver Longswords at his belt. They moved back and forth with his strides. The younger combatant walked with one hand in his side coat pocket while his other hand hung freely at his side. Looking around, he studied the area for when the duel commenced, making a mental note of were every weapon was and what weapons he shouldn't let his opponent get to.
Stopping and looking at his foe he grinned, "So your my opponent? Pathetic." He pulled a lighter out of his coat pocket and flipped open a pack of cigarettes. He took one in his teeth and pulled it from the pack and put the smokes away. Darsis lit the tip of the cigarette and inhaled deeply. He put the lighter back in his pocket and exhaled a stream of smoke, "I don't even think this is worth my time. But...then again, It's a quiet place to smoke a cigarette."
Darsis was the prodigal son of a master warrior. He had quickly surpassed his father in his sword style. Though, he didn't get much attention apart from that because his family looked down on him for his power. He looked at his hand as electricity arced across his fingers, "Some damned soul I turned out to be." He exhaled another breath of smoke and popped his neck as he rolled his stiff shoulders.
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