"You want a fight? You'll get one."
Arthur laughs. He certainly does not think so, but he gladly accepts the invitation.
"Good. I could use the entertainment." He laughs again. His hands move and his Fire rises around him.
Liam grits his teeth. He knows when he is being underestimated. Doubt wraps around him instantly. He falters. His Water falters with him.
Arthur laughs harder.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Monfort. I'm sorry for laughing, I really am. I just can't help it." He laughs again.
After a while it dies down, settling into small chuckles.
"You have to admit that is funny, though. You turn to me all 'You want a fight, you'll get one,' and then you falter." He shakes his head.
"It is so you." Arthur turns serious, his face full of mockery.
"Not once have you ever stepped up when it mattered." He flexes his hands slowly, Fire curling between his fingers.
Liam goes pale hearing it.
"Shut up, Montrose!" Maeve's voice cuts across the room from the side.
Arthur turns.
