Daniel watched the two men, like knights from medieval times, circling each other. The second sword-bearer threw back his cowl to reveal himself. Manfred. Daniel suspected as much. Müller had to be somewhere, as well, unless he was the man Dad had shot.
The men cautiously, waiting for an opening. Daniel, from his vantage point, had an excellent view. Everyone else stood in expectant silence, watching the bizarre spectacle. Two Twenty-first century men, clashing with swords from a bygone age. It was surreal.
The combatants continued to circle, testing one another"s resolve, patience, and desire. Manfred prodded and teased, but Gruber, eyes like the steel of his blade, hard and impassive, simply moved aside. To Daniel it seemed like a game of chess, or poker. Who would c***k first?
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