Midvalley glanced at Dorian. He seemed so weak, but Midvalley wasn't about to underestimate the enemy. That had never been wise.
He walked toward the disc. Dorian had declined... did he have magic? Well, it looked like Midvalley was about to find out.
He did have reservations about hurting Dorian. Besides how mild and gentle he seemed, he still remembered having that barbeque with Dorian and Morana. But he couldn't waste time being sentimental. And anyway, it didn't have to be a fight to the death.
Midvalley spoke to the disc. "I decline," he said. His saxophone would be the best choice, of course.