Maxi glowered furiously at Richard Breston. Despite having wielded a massive greatsword with a blade lodged in his shoulder, the man looked infuriatingly relaxed. He leisurely drank from a wine bottle as a hierarch tended to his wound.
"I did overdo it a bit, didn't I?" Breston said lazily, taking a swig. "Tell your friend I feel bad for crippling him."
The room fell into a tense silence. Everyone seemed to be holding their breaths. Riftan advanced slowly toward Breston, his intent clear. Maxi reached out to stop him, but Gabel blocked her, shaking his head.
"My lady, please, you must stay out of this."
"B-But…"
Even Riftan would not escape punishment if he were to draw blood here. She was about to say as much when Riftan spoke in an unexpectedly steady voice.
"Whatever you just did cannot be called a duel."
Maxi's eyes snapped to her husband.
Looking at Breston, Riftan asked in a chillingly calm tone, "Do you so badly want to fight me that you'd tarnish your honor?"