Solomon and Zoran circled each other, the former grinning widely while the latter wore a displeased expression.
"You're really not living up to your name, acting so timid around me, oh great Heptarch," Solomon taunted.
Zoran furrowed his brows, tilting his head slightly.
"Timid? Unfortunately, I've already discarded such a useless emotion as fear."
Solomon paused, momentarily confused. Zoran stopped as well.
"You say that, yet you don't dare attack me. Doesn't that make you a scared little boy?"
Zoran's face hardened.
"I've discarded fear, not stupidity. Anyone who knows the name Solomon Dragonheart knows better than to strike first."
Solomon's eyes sharpened, his grin widening.
"Besides, anything that comes out of your mouth is of no real value."
"Well, I do feel honored! How about this? I promise to use only my [unique skill], and you're free to use whatever you like."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Also, please give me all of those golden tickets and power stones you have hidden!