"Is that so! I seem to be doing mighty fine." He countered, still... standing... back. Because heck no he's not coming closer, and you daft?

He saw that fumble with the sword and smirks, a hand on his hips. "And why should I come to you when it's you I want to see try to move in that thing! I 'aven't a problem from where I am." Stalling. So much stalling.

"And what's with all this damn mist?"