Urs' arms felt numb from receiving Rook's strike, and he could barely keep ahold of his sword.
'But I still think that I'm the one that came out on top of this exchange.'
Blood was pouring out of Rook's carved up arm and the large gash on the left side of his face.
It was a pretty ghastly scene, and those unaccustomed to seeing such gore likely would have felt sick if they witnessed it.
For Urs though, things like this had been common enough to see. Honestly, this did not even come close to the worst of what he had seen.
"I'm sure that you didn't meet your end on a random station out here near the edge of the Dramid Alliance. At the hands of a half bahnen bastard like me that has the blood of one of the clan's your warmongering devastated. I may not be too close to my family, but it almost feels as if I can hear my dead brethren cheering for me to bring you down." Urs said, his typically neutral expressing changing as he flashed Rook a victorious grin.
"This isn't over yet!"
