Garrick stood up with a smile as the man spoke to him, observing him with the slightest hint of distaste. "You approach us as if you were a man worth respect, but from your tone I can tell that I have misjudged you. The shard will stay with me until my dying breath, though you are welcome to try and take it." Garrick said as he unsheathed his blade, holding at his side in a passive stance. "I rather hope you choose to stay and fight, it has been quite some time since I've had an honest duel."