"Not difficult to beat?" I scratch my chin, perplexed by the choice of words. "That could be true. I wouldn't know. I haven't lost yet." I admit to the possibility of losing but then finally realize you were simply saying I didn't look difficult to beat. "Oh OH! Well thank you I suppose I do look quite frail... and possibly stylish." If I had a mouth I'd be smiling warmly.
"And but of course. Haven't you smelled yourself?" I say taking a few choice sniffs. "Hmm..." I seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. I tap the ground with my cane after a pause. "Well then I suppose I shouldn't waste any time." Unlike Elen I wasn't one to occasionally offer a free first move. You immediately feel a tugging sensation. The glow in my eyes indicative of a psychic grip. Without much delay you are brought close to me. I take a few more sniffs of the air around you.
"Hmm, you do have a preference for f-artillary." I chuckle at my own pun. "So I suppose you won't mind if the decisive blow for you will inevitably be a fart... though if you wish to object I can see why. I've got quite a large build." I nonchalantly rub my admittedly large backside. The telekinetic grip on you was unrelenting. Despite having said I wasn't going to waste much time I spent most of my first move talking. Though was there anything you could do under the force of my mind? I waited to see if you could do anything as I started to materialize my etheral pipe. The smoke forming at my feet and rising up to where a mouth would be and taking the shape of a fancy smoking pipe.
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