[@Doc Doctor]

At this point, Dartega felt as though he was simply wasting time. Obviously, he hadn't come to drink and eat rabbit. If this Zande character wished to defend himself with a cheap bottle of rum and a pointy stick, then so be it. 

Casually, he pulled K'Girr from it's sheath and began striding forward, a blade now in both hands. The time for nonsense was over. A swift and powerful front kick straight into the fire would do the job, he thought. And it would even save him the trouble of cleaning blood from his blades afterwards. 

Now standing nearly face to face with the wild man, he lifted a greaved knee to his chest and prepared to place a well aimed kick upon the center of Zande's torso.