As you step forward, the sorcerer draws his sword. "I should have just waited," Zhan-Ukhel says. "If you'd stayed on the other side of that portal, you'd have ceased to be a threat to me. Still, I followed you across half the world to take your life—I might as well take it."
"Could we have done this back on the Great Steppe?" you ask. "Could we have saved ourselves everything we've been through and ended it then?" The sorcerer doesn't reply. He just smiles his crooked smile, then lunges toward you.