Goldberg hit the dweeb in the side, then the dweeb grabbed him by the wrist, if he planned to do something it appeared to be prevented when he was hoisted off the ground, a punch swinging out too. It would appear the fight was being broken up, a shame. Goldberg could feel many eyes on him now, a fight in the middle of the dining pavilion<em>tended</em>to attract attention. Chiron ended the fight, the lame legged brat apologized and Sarah stormed off. Realistically Goldberg knew that a fight<em>right</em>in front of Chiron and Mr. D wasn't going to last long, at least he had managed to get in something. But it would appear, Chiron was offering the War Leader his change yet.<br/><br/>Settle it like Gentlemen? He could work with that. He could work with it quite a bit in fact. His eyes met with Chiron's for a moment, before switching back to the lame legged one. "Fine, we settle it like gentlemen. We duel tomorrow, at sunrise." That's how Gentlemen settled things in the old days....right? "He walked right passed our table and insulted my sister in front of us all, I<strong>demand</strong>this blatant act of disrespect and insult be settled properly." He stood there, waiting to see if this was acceptable. He'd be getting this one back one way or another, either in a quest or contest he'd target him, or it could be in a controlled environment, in a duel.