Ahh Dartanian, I see now. So it was not my skill which killed you the
second time, it was your overwhelming pride that crippled you so. *chuckles*
After killing you that first time (which, in retrospect, I'm almost
apologetic for, because it wasn't fair for you in the least), your
own hubris made you die by my hand the second time. I could ask you how
you could possibly quibble over the last kill when you so willingly
handicapped yourself, but I won't. And I won't even ask how, after
freely admitting that you practically slit your own throat with my
sword, you feel that you need to make up for that \"coincidence\" with
me. I will say, however, that the only one who has a problem with the
outcome of that little learning session is you... quite frankly, I am
very pleased with the results. So if you feel the need to prove yourself
strong by stomping someone half your size into the ground, then by
all means, issue challenge. But please, don't try to provoke me into
a fight with you, lest my pride overwhelms me as yours did you, and I
find myself struck down by the same force which granted me victory in
our last fight.
Sincerely,
--Young Mage Sorianon
Written by my hand on the 3rd of Hindyear, in the year 1036.