Greetings, Aetherius. Again and again, I must bore you.

"You killed me undeafed, while I was in the middle of a meeting, giving
a small speech nonetheless. What a champ."

Because your lack of preperation is my fault?

Wrong.

"I do believe though, that I have killed you one on one...twice. Both
times you jumped me."

You believe a lot of things, and for once you're correct.

Not only did I die twice, but you bragged endlessly each time. And now
that I kill you, you keep bragging. I'm amazed. To be more arrogant than
me is amazing alone, but to be so competent in your arrogance is just
incredibly.

"You died to some trees while you were teaming with Juganothion and
Rechar, that's commendable."

Wrong.

I died to a forestal wolf and some very painful thorns.

"And what about the most recent time that I killed you when you were in
a team of Sparda, Valarauko, Rechar, Lixan, Thante, and Siscaro against
ONLY me? I had more then a concussion, maybe even a broken arm. How do
you manage that?"

Couldn't be lying any more. You didn't have a concussion, no one had
targetted your head long enough to administer one. You didn't have a
broken arm because you had used both arms in your shielddance. A sslysin
cannot withstand the damage from shielddance, some of the most powerful
fighters in Aetherius can attest to that. Ask Rechar. At least he has
transmute.

"I challenge you to a duel, one on one, to put an end to this. Unless of
course, you 'fail to see how any of this is relvent.'"

Relvent? No. Relevant? Yes.

-The Iconoclast, Trez Blackmoor, Mortificare of the Diavlous

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Bellum, in the year 449 AD.