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OOC: Please do not consider the following as god-moding, it is simply an introductory to the battle.
Waarne grabbed the enchanted arrow in his fist and crushed it, right before it made contact with his head. He made it seem much too easy.
"I could throw a simpler attack back at you and you would tremble. Don't insult me with petty spells."
Waarne dropped the splinters of wood to the ground, still glowing from the power that had been embedded within.
"You better be damn glad that you aren't may father. I would not be nearly as calm, and you would not be breathing."
He picked up a stone and lobbed it slowly towards Varian. It struck him on the arm and fell to the ground.
"Did that hurt? Don't waste your time with frail projectiles."
He slowly strode up and picked up Varian by the throat.
For once you could hear the anger in his voice.
"No one, stranger, NO one... will defeat me until I see my father fall."
He dropped Varian and retreated back to his previous positioning.
"I don't feel very threatened? It seems almost unfair to retaliate...."
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