After taking out the last ten soldiers with ease I look at the barricaded door and kick it open with a single kick. The wood splinters dramatically, sending shards flying across the dimly lit room where you've made your last stand. Dust motes dance in the narrow shafts of sunlight streaming through arrow slits in the stone walls.

I walk in the room and tell you bluntly, my voice carrying the authority of someone who has already won this battle before it even began. My boots echo against the stone floor as I advance slowly, the clinking of my military gear the only sound besides our breathing.

General, you know what I'm here for. Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll face a fair trial. My eyes lock onto yours, searching for any sign of surrender in your posture.

Or... My tone shifts slightly, almost imperceptibly, as I pause mid-sentence. Do you want to be taken down in a pointless brawl you cannot possibly win? A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I await your response, my body tensing slightly in anticipation of your answer.