"I'm… fine…" Tom grunted. "Few stitches… It'll be alright. See the carriage… defended."
"So, Captain," Oliver said. "Would you like to die, or will you surrender, and admit your part in all this? I wonder how much they paid you? Or were you threatened?"
"I have no reason to answer to you, Patrick," the man sneered. "You may have achievements, but you're only a Captain, the same as I."
"Ah, yes," Oliver agreed. But he turned the sword in his hand, and made a show of looking down upon it, as if receiving a revelation. "But the difference is – I am far your superior in combat. Who holds the power here, Captain? If our titles are not the deciding factor, and you believe that there is no reason to kneel to me based on that authority, would you like to test the authority of my blade instead? Would you like to see that which even made a General kneel?"
