Yeah, this might be more my speed. [If nothing else, Keith is determined to push on forward with the determination of a battering ram. While he had been knocked down, he stands up swiftly, shaking off any pain that he has in his body quickly enough. He hurts, but not as much as he could.
It occurs to him that Koltira could've easily messed him up, but didn't. That's what makes him different from Zarkon.]
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It occurs to him that Koltira could've easily messed him up, but didn't. That's what makes him different from Zarkon.]
But I want to get good enough to hit you someday. [The words seem necessary. Clichéd, but necessary. (Keith doesn't know that it's a cliché.) As it is, he sweeps his sword back and strikes forward, slashing for the ghoul's midsection. Anything to keep it from grinning like that.]