‘You’re making it up as you go along’ you say.
He deflates slightly, waving his sword in a grandiose and dauntless way.
‘No its true, it really is, why else would I be just waiting here for you to turn up? You don’t think I have better things to do? You think I would rather be here, in this weather, getting bored, than doing something more productive? Come on, have at you who look life the north end of a south facing pig!’
Do you
Wave your sword in a dull and dirty way and prepare to fight him