"Let's dance boy." Dolos says as he becomes firmer on his feet, sobering up from the effects of Kellys poison.
"I'll humor you, old bastard but don't come crying to me when I break every bone in your pathetic skeleton." Vante says, his voice full of venom and disdain.
"Lets see you try and beat this old veteran, you've seen a fraction of what my eyes have experienced still lets see how well a greenhorn like you can push me, especially with that stolen power of yours, you'll be nowhere near the original." Dolos says with a mocking smirk seeing Vante as nothing more than an inexperienced boy.
"I highly doubt that, you old fool." Vante scowls, confident in his ability to crush a washed up old man.
"You don't have that worm backing you up anymore so let's see how well you stand on your own." Dolos says gripping the hilt of his blade with both hands looking firmly into Vantes' pitch black irises.
