Duel

He walked over to Ashnard. Kicking all the pebbles that get in his way. His eyes stared intently as if about to launch an attack. Reinhard then grabbed Ashnard's shoulder and forced him to look at him.

Ashnard sighed tiredly, "I told you, there's no answer for you here."

"What are you guys doing here?"

Ashnard shrugged his shoulders and put on an unconcerned face. He tortured Reinhard by simply not answering.

Reinhardt looked puzzled at the dragon scale-coated clothes Ashnard was wearing. "And what clothes are you wearing?"

"You're so noisy."

Then, in the corner of his eye, not far behind Ashnard, Reinhard saw a silver glint among the piles of rocks. Reinhard pushed Ashnard aside and headed for the glint. It looks like a shiny sword, undamaged and not rusty at all.

Reinhard took out the chunk of rock that was clamping the sword and raised it. His eyes, which had previously lit up with anger, now blazed with admiration.