"Yer gonna pay for that!!!!" the boy hollered as he got back to his feet again. He spun around and then froze.

Faran had drawn his sword and now held it inches from the boy's chest.
"I have had enough," he warned, his voice low. "I suggest you and your friend turn around and go find someone else to annoy. I am tired and I am in no mood for the likes of either of you."
The boy clinched his fists. "You don't scare me none," he snarled. "Just cause ya can steal yer old man's sword don't mean ya can use it."
"Would you like to find out?" Faran threatened.
"Come on," the smaller boy urged nervously, one eye on the sword. "Let's just go."
"No!" the larger one growled. "He ain't gonna threaten me and get away with it!" "
But you ain't got a sword!" the smaller one protested, pulling on the larger ones arm. "Come on, let's just go!"

The larger boy glared at Faran then suddenly took one of his gloves off and tossed it on the ground between them. "I challenge you to a duel!" he snarled. "Yer a coward if ya don't accept!"
"A duel?" Faran blinked, surprised. "Are you out of your mind?"
"No," the boy glared at him. "You a chicken?"
Faran sighed then sheathed his sword. "Fine," he agreed, thoroughly disgusted. "I'll duel you. Where and when?"
"The Green," the larger boy stated. "Tomorrow at noon."
"And what are you planning on using for a weapon?" Faran asked.
"Fists," the boy informed him. "To the death!"
"You ARE crazy!" Faran exclaimed.
"You be there!" the boy shouted at him, poking him in the chest with a finger.
"All right!" he shouted back, slapping the boy's hand away. "Now leave me alone!"
The boy snatched his glove up off the ground and stomped off, the little one running beside him.
Faran crossed his arms and watched them go, shaking his head.
"What an idiot," he muttered. "And what possessed me to go and accept his challenge?"
"I was wondering that myself," Dale's voice said behind him.