"Ah," Trals said to the monster stalking him, "so you seek to emulate me and endulge in some mindless bloodletting. You have chosen your role model wisely, but your opponent poorly."

Chris's masked face dipped and swayed, blood dripping from under the chin. "...my hud... kill you."

"I have not stolen your hud, Christopher, for I do not have it." Trals's legs coiled under him. His torso angled forward, his hands came, Vritai gleaming between them.

"He's lying," ...