Duck Lake as I love the name of honor more than I fear death

Fade with one more post from you?

"Enlighten me," Scimitar challenged, he took upon a stance that displayed pride and dominance. A soft laugh slipped from the halfbreed's lips as he pulled himself to his full height, there was no need for fake pride here. A Roman would take this challenge, however a true Roman who had brains would not fight here. To him, it was not cowardice to back away from a challenge, but raw bravery. Everyone wanted their pride, and declining and backing away would steal all their is from the.

Instead, a grim smile slipped onto his lips. "There is no honor in fighting an injured enemy, my lord." he said softly. "But I do not doubt that a man like you will not hesitate to strike an injured opponent, for barbarians never have honor and so I shall take my leave." Scipio turned and began making his way away from whatever pack that resided here, raised to his full height. The halfbreed turned his head to gaze back briefly, "Well met, my lord." a sardonic smile graced his lips.