"The ant hill is only sacred to the ant, Monk." he retorted, almost angrily as his foe prepared himself, contorting his body to show a willingness to do battle. He did not make his position obvious, as Arcturios could not decipher whether his intent was to attack or play the defensive, but he had approached The Worldwalker, closing the distance between them fast. 

Just as hie foe readied his body and soul, Arcturios lowered himself similarly, and extended the point of Balance so it was just beyond the reach of his foe. He did not immediately make any attempts to attack, maintaining a slow and steady composure with every carefully thought out motion. 

"Tell me..." he continued, slowly waving Balance through the air in a complicated pattern that left no open holes in the line of defence, with no obvious weaknesses in it's trace. "Do you fear death?" he asked. 

And then, without a second thought, he spun incredibly fast on his heel, retracting Balance to his body, creating a deadly circle of cold steel around him. As his circle neared completion, he flung his arm outwards, extending his hand. From his palm flew a throwing dagger, a vicious small-blade that shimmered through the air almost faster than the eye could follow. It was aimed directly for his challenger's neck, and it approached it's mark with startling speed. A direct hit would have been devastating, especially against bare flesh.