“You are trying to hold me against my will, Femithain? Then I will defend myself. I do not wish to. I am stating here, for the record, with you all as witnesses, that when I slaughtered you, I gave you full warning.”
The Humans and Stitch-folk started. They looked at the huge Golems, and at the single Antinium incredulously.
Femithain? Femithain felt a twinge of unease. But it was one Gold-rank, alone. He hesitated, but someone called out.
Armsmaster Dellic. The man had a sense of the moment. Of the event. He did not have a great command of words, sadly, because he chose to invoke the wrong event.
“Is it war, then, Ksmvr?”
[…]
“War, Armsmaster? You cannot survive my war.”