Velmer snarled, brandishing a small knife, which he knew was not enough to defeat Baldur.
"Your much like your parents...very much like your father...headstrong and proud...heheh, you remind me of him too much. Too much."
Velmer put his hand in his blood-soaked pocket and took out a small clove of something.
Velmer smiled, and he almost relaxed at the sight of it as well.
"My move indeed, young Baldur..."
He stepped closer, knife in one hand, garlic in the other.
you very much
If a tree would fall in the woods.....would the other trees laugh at it?