Jack had been expecting Rufio. He'd dared to hope that maybe Rufio hadn't shown up when he'd been able to finish his speech. All the same, his sword had been hidden behind the podium. He had no desire to do anything more than defend himself, but it was clear that this kid wouldn't be happy unless he got a repeat of their sword fight.
He withdrew his sword and held it up in a defensive stance.
"Okay. One more fight. But if I win, we both walk away alive."