I never feared fighting you after that Crazy Ass-whooping you gave me.
Why?

Because you were a class act. I really respected how you handled yourself, (From what I could descern at least) and how you treated me before and after that fight.

I have little bells and whistles that go off when I get disarmed or drop a weapon, and I was sitting there all two handy an ####e thinking.. Here we go Sucka!

Hrm...Why am I punching at (And not hitting) this guy?

Hrm... Where are my weapons?

OH GOD (Aarn) OH GOD! Don't let me die I just talked smack to this guy!

I know!

co 'word'

You lost your concentration...SUCKA!

R.I.P.

After that I went out and practiced Shield block and grabbed a shield so I would at least have a chance to wrath spam yer Arse!

And another thing. When we fought out near Mu'Tazz and I got you writhing then Azatrak showed with his minotaur... I was made a Maran.

Couldn't of done it with out ya buddy!

At any rate I'm sure this is a case where I admired you more than you admired me, but mad props!

See you again I hope.