[Ah... that stance... Sam knows exactly what it means. Adam would find the smug look on Sam's face replaced by intense focus as the Murasama is returned to its sheath and the human assuming a similar posture, finger on the trigger.

No words. No mockery. Just silence as Sam regards his opponent. The quiet is deafening and you can almost imagine a tumbleweed passing by.

This moment was probably going to be the defining moment of this fight. Whoever landed this blow... victory would belong to them.]