Ari grinned down at Hroðmund, which only seemed to make him angrier. Not that he cared. It wasn't his fault Hroðmund couldn't understand that just because Ari was part holbytla didn't mean he was easy prey. He'd learn someday. If the louse had any brains.
He backed up a few steps before angling away from where Hroðmund sprawled on the ground, just like Ecglaf had taught him. A good soldier never shows his back to his enemy. And he did have an enemy in Hro?mund now. He chuckled. Especially after using that Eldar defensive throw he'd learned from Uncle Elboron.