“Fight like a man, ye bastard son of an orc!” The chainmail woven into the dwarf’s beard jingled as he yelled.

The demon stopped. “Wait. What did you just say?”

“I said…”

“Yes, yes, I heard. It was a rhetorical question.” The demon lowered his sword. “Tell me, are you related to Grimlorn Silverbeard?”

“Aye, Grimlorn was me twin brother. I’m Dalestone Silverbeard, son of…”

“Ah, yes!” the demon said, interrupting him before having to sit through three hours of Dwarven ancestory. “The mail in your beard is what threw me. I see the resemblance now.” He smiled. “Did you two go to the same warrior school?”

“Aye, that we did. Silverbeard Clan Academy, class of 1123,” Dalestone said proudly.

“Interesting. Were you and your brother equals?”

“Oh, no. Grimlorn was by far the stronger.”

The demon’s grin grew wider. “Such a pity. Did it make you jealous?”

“Oh, no. See, he was stronger…”

With cat-like reflexes, Dalestone spun, his mystic axe decapitating the demon with one stroke.

”...but I was smarter.”