Trahearne frowns at him, only slowly relaxing his stance to one that was less stiff. "You were only interested long enough to send a proper challenge, I see. Without a 'pretense of honor', this is a fight without purpose." If it were anyone else, Trahearne might've let it go without comment, but Devin had rubbed him the wrong way ever since they first met.

"All I'm interested in is finishing what we started months ago. That said, a duel to first blood would give you an unfair advantage considering how fast you can move. Instead, I'd like to propose that we fight until one party willingly submits to the other." After that, Trahearne adds with a small, humorless smile, "I'm only armed with my magic, so I hope you don't take issue with that."