Hawke arrived just moments later, dressed in his usual clothing of a waist cloth. This time, though, his hair was in a tight, crisp braid that ensured his vision wouldn't be hindered. The leather cords that were normally around his wrists weren't there, and in one hand held a very thin blade.
"Draco." He nodded slowly in greeting. "You look well."
Ground rules were important in any competition. "It ends when blood is drawn from you, or the turn of one hour." That sounded very reasonable. It would prevent additional injury and after wards, they could feast. "No serious wounding." Of course, serious for Hawke was probably different than Draco's serious. "You?"
He eyed the knife on Hawke's hand. Blood? As if he'd let him get close enough, he smirked mentally. "That sounds good. Nothing serious, or permanent. It will also end if I get that dagger off your hand. You agree?"
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"Draco." He nodded slowly in greeting. "You look well."
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He was wearing only his trousers and a shirt. He could move more freely that way. He uncuffed one sleeve, the wand arm, while staring at him.
"Before we start, do you want to set some ground rules?" Even if it was only a friendly fight, it was always best to prevent unnecessary risks.
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