Imass flipped his hips towards the Symenestra and barked a laugh of contempt. This was totally out of his character, but perhaps his dark side's influence was coming onto him, even for a fleeting moment. He lost everything now. He needed to convince this scumbag what life was all about. He needed to show him the true conversation. Reasoning and logic was all thrown away now!
"You are not scum?" Imass chortled with blood-lust eyes, "You are right about one thing though, it is no use talking to me... with words! If you want to have a real conversation with me then fight me. The only true conversation you can have with a man is through a fight! Draw your blade! If you don't have one raise your fists. Convince me through mortal battle!"
Imass saw unsheathed his sword and flung it behind him. He raised his fists high to his face and tucked his chin in, "What say you?"