Janius looked down and held his chin. "Then you are lucky my sword is not enchanted. Here is my advice. There is a chance your opponent does not know how to fight against a sword, but that advantage will not last long. You must choose on the weight of your skill and your ability to fight against the spear. Additionally, if I am to hand you my sword, you will first promise not to commit strikes against your opponent's head or neck. I taught you to end fights quickly but you are not here to kill." He put his hands together. "What is your choice?"

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Rhazii's snarling eased into a kind of laboured breathing. His outward breathing came out with hints of whining. He neither moved from his position nor transformed back into a Khajiit.

"...Stop," he barely said. "You're scaring me, mama. Stop!"