So. You can slaughter any Infernal with ease? That's not the way your
combat record shows it.

But then, that's not the point. The point is, you threw a little hissy
fit, being the weakling, mewling little child that you are, and because
you couldn't bear the consequences of your actions, you took the path of
least resistance. I feel pity for you, Xenor, almost as much as I feel
disgust. You were nothing but a weak fighter and a weight on the guild,
and yet you seem to think your loss (and subsequent threats) actually
MEAN something to us.

I know quite well what it means for me. I had planned to kill you just
once, for all your offenses, those being: hiding in loch after
agression, which is a clear violation of their rules, abusing journals,
jumping my guildmistress while she was defenseless and calling yourself
a fighter, and being an all-around pissant. Now, however, I will kill
you as many times as I have the energy to. And when my arms grow tired
and weak from hacking your frail body to pieces, I'll rest and let my
falcon peck out your eyes while you scream for mercy.

Welcome to hell, Xenor. You have no one to blame but yourself.

In Honour and Strength,
Sir Fortenrus Kal'Adun

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Arios, in the year 156 MA.