Xor smiled. "Eager, are we? I especially like your new armour, Fyroh. Maybe you'll be stronger now. Then again, perhaps not. And Olhal... stay out of this one if you value your life... and if you don't value yours, I'm sure you value your girlfriends..." Olhal frowned at these words, and took several steps back. Fyroh grimaced, and took a long swing at Xor; it was blocked, but Fyroh managed to get a second swing in, knocking Xor back. A drop of black blood came from his side. "Not bad. Your skill has improved too." Xor said, with a genuine, happy smile on his face, which soon turned sick and twisted as he took a strike at Fyroh, yet Fyroh was able to block. The fight raged on, Fyroh doing considerably well.