General Freedom was beginning to express some second thoughts, and intentionally had softened his tone to try and defuse this predicament. But one small thing that he had said was about to make this conversation difficult. Freedom said one thing, one little morsel of dialogue that crushed any hope of this not turning into a fight. Kanitah reeled back, his mouth opening up in disbelief. The short alien couldn't believe what he had just heard, he could absolutely not believe the words that had just left General Freedom's mouth.

[i]"I am not going to fight you; you are clearly and admittedly drunk."[/i]

The words echoed through his head, intensifying every time. Kanitah dropped down, finishing his task of preparation. Moving the two from his head and two from his chest down to both of his feet. Increasing the number of rings adorning each foot to six. Preparations finished, Kanitah took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Frustration became impossibly evident on Kanitah's visage, with every single vein in his skin becoming visible for a moment, his muscles tensed and forced them to the surface. Most noticable being those in his face and neck. "You just insulted me in the worst possible way, Freedom." The stout little extra-terrestrial took a few steps forward, digging his feet into the ground. "You just insinuated that I can't fight while I've got a few bottles of liquor in my veins."

"When a man challenges you to a duel, you either accept or call yourself a coward. But you just decided to near blatantly state that I can't fight you while drunk." Kanitah raised his hand upwards, lining it up directly with Freedom's eyes. "You just insulted me, Lightbulb. And now I'm actually mad." With that, Kanitah stood there. Arm extended, about three meters separating them. "Raise your fists or get to runnin', rank and file. Cause I'm gonna whip you."