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"No daughter of mine will- ACK!"
You whirl around, grabbing the Swall by the throat. You lift him up in the air with one hand as he snarls, squeezing his throat tightly.
<span class="mu-b">”<span class="mu-i">Oh!</span> I see time around high Jaxtian society has taught you to be just as much of a backstabber as an monkey! But you didn't learn that you need to back up that bravado with some skills with a knife!”</span>
Christopher chokes, acidic ink-spit trailing down his chin and burning into your robe's sleeve. He could try to spit it into your eyes and blind you; but your doctors would just grow you new corneas while you twist his head off. It's of no concern to you; but he doesn't spit. He shivers, his hands not clawing, merely trying to get your hand off his throat. The fight has completely left him.
“I- I-” You squeeze his throat to silence him.
<span class="mu-b">”Ah ah ah! You have to make it official? You want to be the Supreme Ruler? Then you gotta duel me! Go ahead, say it! “I- Challenge- You!” Go on, say it!”</span>
With each word, you squeeze his throat. His gill-flips open and close useless in instinct, trying desperately for air.
“I'm- I- am- sor- ry!”
>Snap his neck
>Let him go
