Alright, fine.

You jump me, fine.

You kill me, fine.

But you just crossed a line that you'll regret. You order me LR MELTING and then get Zwartia to smelt my robes? You just entered a world of hurt.

Because now I'm not going to fight you to the death. No, I'm going to fight you just long enough to make you lose your sword, or to take your box, or to shatter every potion I can.

You want to fight dirty? you don't know what dirty fighting is yet. I learned from watching Zeni. Prepare to rue this day wench.

Written by my hand on the 5th of Hindyear, in the year 1114.