“The math is simple. We duel until one reaches a theoretical limit as to stop an endless cycle before it begins,” he would reply, “I can’t kill you, you can’t kill me, and rather than fight an endless battle for the girl- setting conditions will make this battle more feasible. Perhaps to the point where one clearly bests the other?”
His response was swift and quick. The terms were straight forward. His stance did not change. Really he hardly moved at all nor did his face. He did not brace, he did not do anything.
