He said that with the utmost confidence, he had watched how Vol had fought in the melee up until that point. Whilst he was impressed – for a mage, the man certainly knew how to wield a weapon – he didn't feel the slightest shred of fear. The limits of his weapons' skill were only too obvious.
"If I take your head, they'll make a noble out of me," Tolar said to Vol, as they circled him. "I might even be doing you a favour in taking it, I do say. Look at the monster that you have become, youngling, and regret it."
He dashed forward on the backend of that remark. Even his words were wielded like a weapon, intended to tie Vol in place for just a single moment, enough that he could bring his weapon home to land.
