(A/N) Sorry for not updating as quickly as I anticipated. I was busy all week getting ready for my dance show that I had this weekend. Enjoy!
So when the lad came up behind the Rogue, he didn't even register that George had swiftly knocked the blade out of his hands, and was now behind him with this own blade to the lad's neck.
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"What are you doin' here, sneakin' up on the King of Thieves?" George hissed quietly in the lad's ear.
"I just came to talk to the Rogue. I didn't know that it would be you!" he hurriedly stammered.
"What do you wanna say to me? I'm listening." George replied, smiling to himself for scaring the lad.
"My name is Marek, and I came here for the throne of King of Thieves. But I don't wanna to die fightin' for it," he quickly added.
George used his Sight to see if the new lad, Marek, was lying to him. It surprised the Rogue when it turned out that Marek was telling the truth. He also noted that they could become friendly rivals in the near future. He was very bold to tell me he wanted the throne, but didn't want to die, George thought. No one I've ever fought against had such enthusiasm, he added. Well, it couldn't hurt to have a few close friends down here in the city, especially if you are a new Rogue, he concluded.
"Ok, I'll fight you for the throne, and I won't kill you. I don't have to worry about you killing me, because that won't happen. I'm gonna let you go right now. Don't you dare start with any tricks on me because I will slit your throat." George slowly loosened his grip on Marek and turned to face his new opponent.