Bloody, beaten, Mithias got to his feet yet again. His body was healing as rapidly as it could, but resources were low. He faced Magnus, who was very close to him, but did not attack. "Alone... I cannot stop you, Magnus." He spit blood on the ground. "You could have killed me by now, but you have not. I find no dishonor in that." He looked at him. "But, I will never agree with you. To live a lie, to live in fear, and to live without honor, is no life for me. Surrendering to you, would destroy me."