Re: Elevator to First Class
A laugh issued from the man, low and hollow. He noted the weapon that she had ignored. It was time to make a move. He watched her back up, waited until she stopped, and with a pop, he reappeared in front of her. His hand moved to grab the sword easily, pulling it from it's sheath at the hilt. "Now what do your thoughts scream?" he asked, lowering to an icier tone.
"Never lose sight of your weapon, and never fight with an unknown enemy until you have judged their skill - if possible." Again he laughed, still not revealing his face. "Now you are scared though, and you should be. It seems that I do have the advantage, and I am only getting started."
The warlock moved back, examining the sword that he had claimed. "Let's judge my mood. Is it good or bad? Will I kill you? Would it surprise you to know that I haven't decided yet? I may just want a prize, a small token really. Are you prepared to give me what I want?"