Tatin smiled cruelly down at her. He'd known of her sadistic streak. "You know what I found on my time in the underbelly of the various dueling circles on the Outer Rim." He spoke softly, quietly, a venom dripping on his words as he stayed back, his blade held up in his left hand, ready to parry any feeble attempt by the gasping woman before him to run him through.<br/><br/>"I found that those who enjoy giving pain to others could<em>never</em>deal with it. And that was a punch. To your GUT." He spat. "I didn't break your kneecap with my boot, I didn't snap your arm in two."<br/><br/>And he stepped forward, still back far enough from her that if she did fling her pike at him, he could dodge or parry it. "In what world, could you have ever beaten me?" He hissed. Standing there, knowing that their duel, the sounds of crashing cots, twisted metal, and the clash of sabers could go idly by. Oh how he wanted to finish her and save him or the coming mission the trouble. But he waited.