"Me? Get up? Can't you see how tired I am? I don't have the energy," Leonel suddenly yawned, his eyes even watering to complete the effect. He really seemed as though he might collapse and begin a long, comfortable napping session any moment now.
Veins bulged across Xavnik's forehead. His composure was entirely thrown into the wind. Those that had had great opinions of him in the past couldn't help but begin to second guess their judgment. Was this really the Xavnik they had come to know?
Leonel was right before him, why wasn't he attacking? Although it could be argued that Leonel was still sitting and it wasn't honorable to attack, it also wasn't honorable to lurk in the shadows and wait for their battle to finish first. If Xavnik really cared about being honorable, rather than trying to force Leonel to get up right now, he would instead allow him to rest.
