There's no such thing as politeness and honour in a fight. No such thing as a duel, but a part of a play, and politeness is merely a scripted act before the violence.
A prelude, if you will. The build-up to something that is, in itself, the build-up to another, greater moment.
[Neglecting the need to heal himself, Shalem simply points his staff at Atem. His stance is mostly at rest, just with his arm raised. If magic will do nothing, then his staff will do. Shame it isn't a sword, though. Except, there's something on the floor that catches his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he drops the staff to dart across the floor.
He snatches up Atem's khopesh and in the same motion converts his momentum into a Giant Slice (20).]
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Ah ah ah...
[He waggles his finger at Shalem.]
Can't you see we are in the middle of something, Shalem?
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A prelude, if you will. The build-up to something that is, in itself, the build-up to another, greater moment.
[Neglecting the need to heal himself, Shalem simply points his staff at Atem. His stance is mostly at rest, just with his arm raised. If magic will do nothing, then his staff will do. Shame it isn't a sword, though. Except, there's something on the floor that catches his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he drops the staff to dart across the floor.
He snatches up Atem's khopesh and in the same motion converts his momentum into a Giant Slice (20).]