Last Alchemist
You fix your gaze on the soldier but take a purposeful step back, your body language signaling restraint. “We both know this isn’t the right time or place,” you state evenly, your spear held steady as you move toward the dimly lit corner, inviting the soldier to either pursue or reconsider.You shift the spear slightly away from the soldier, signaling a cautious willingness to listen without fully relaxing your stance. "Convince me you're not here to fight," you demand, your voice firm but leaving room for negotiation. "Whether we clash or cooperate is up to you now." The soldier hesitates, his hand hovering uncertainly over his dagger.You cautiously retreat a step, keeping your spear trained on the soldier, and swiftly assess the room for anything that might provide an advantage. Spotting the uneven stone floor and debris, you maneuver toward a corner, using the terrain to create a defensible spot while maintaining a clear view of your opponent.Tightening your hold on the spear, you level its tip directly at the soldier’s chest, your gaze steady and unyielding. “This isn’t a coincidence,” you state, your tone calm but commanding. “Explain yourself—what’s your purpose here?” The soldier freezes, his fingers twitching near the dagger, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he glances toward the exit.