The Floodlands i can get it back real quick

grayson could not quite read the stranger, but nothing seemed... off about him. beyond that, grayson was capable in his own abilities as a mercenary that he didn't think a little spar would bother him much. either way, a man should be able to take a loss in a friendly spar. 

"i accept your offer," grayson said, and then the man squared himself, tensing his muscles and standing across from the stranger, offering him the first move.

SHORT. ASS. POST.