'It's your turn, ' the man said with an unholy degree of cheer. "I remarked on the weather. Etiquette demands that you same something in return."
For a moment, John stared at the fellow in utter confusion. "I'm bloody trying to kill you. This is a battle, not a ball."
He pivoted on one foot, putting his entire back in whirling his weapon. This time he managed to whack the other man's stomach. A blow-not a hard one, he hadn't the space to gather momentum-but enough that the fellow grunted and staggered back a pace.
"Yes," the man said, recovering his balance all too quickly, "true, completely true, we are trying to commit murder upon each other. That doesn't mean that we need to be impolite about it."
Fucking British. Would he call a halt to take tea, too?
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