Baldur stopped. He sniffed the air. Even with the musty air, caused by the dust amde from the crumbling burning buildings, he could smell the presence of someone familiar. Velmer
He turned around. "You!" He sliced the air with his blade, facing downward to the road. He glared at Velmer. "You've been hunting me, old man! And now you found me!"
An evil grin spread acros his face, as he raised his Gunsword in a defensive stance. "Ready for round two, Grandfather?"