[ Godzilla neither adopts a stance nor approaches as he awaits Ratio's response. When it finally comes it is...
Just as self righteously pathetic as Godzilla was expecting. He snorts in distaste, flicking his thumb across his nose as he does so to hide the small drift of smoke that escapes, and as a general gesture of disdain. ]
Resorting? Bah. Do not perform pretense. I have made attempt on many occasion to do this your way. Each time I am given insult, dialogue handed down from on high from proud Veritas of alleged learned intellect.
[ As Godzilla speaks he makes a point to remove the gloves he's wearing. Ratio should recognize them, they're LILITH hammerspace gloves. He tosses them to the ground violently, convinced even someone like Ratio can understand the intention.
No weapons. ]
For there to be argument, debate, both must be dispositioned to conduct in positive faithfulness to the thing. You do not. You shall never view me as one who's words hold worth. I am a beast, a threat, a thing. Any statement I give to be discarded off hand as mad braying. Why listen to the creature of war, yes? Your intent is simply to hide behind it then drive a spike through its skull once its purpose is served.
[ Another flick of his nose to disguise an annoyed puff of smoke, this time flowing into a fighting stance. Godzilla puts his left foot forward and puts his side profile towards Ratio, his back foot lifting up to pose on the balls of his feet. He stands still as a statue rather than bounce limberly as many fighters might, but he's ready to move once he has to. ]
Now we conduct the thing my way. No words to cower behind nor twist to make yourself appear the moral superior in each regard. Body to body, will to will, in this regard two may gain true measure of another. In honest battle one can not pretend to be any more nor any less than what they themselves truly are.
So come! Illustrate to me that which hides behind empty rhetoric and verbose arrogance. Show me if there is ought of worth inside yourself.
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Just as self righteously pathetic as Godzilla was expecting. He snorts in distaste, flicking his thumb across his nose as he does so to hide the small drift of smoke that escapes, and as a general gesture of disdain. ]
Resorting? Bah. Do not perform pretense. I have made attempt on many occasion to do this your way. Each time I am given insult, dialogue handed down from on high from proud Veritas of alleged learned intellect.
[ As Godzilla speaks he makes a point to remove the gloves he's wearing. Ratio should recognize them, they're LILITH hammerspace gloves. He tosses them to the ground violently, convinced even someone like Ratio can understand the intention.
No weapons. ]
For there to be argument, debate, both must be dispositioned to conduct in positive faithfulness to the thing. You do not. You shall never view me as one who's words hold worth. I am a beast, a threat, a thing. Any statement I give to be discarded off hand as mad braying. Why listen to the creature of war, yes? Your intent is simply to hide behind it then drive a spike through its skull once its purpose is served.
[ Another flick of his nose to disguise an annoyed puff of smoke, this time flowing into a fighting stance. Godzilla puts his left foot forward and puts his side profile towards Ratio, his back foot lifting up to pose on the balls of his feet. He stands still as a statue rather than bounce limberly as many fighters might, but he's ready to move once he has to. ]
Now we conduct the thing my way. No words to cower behind nor twist to make yourself appear the moral superior in each regard. Body to body, will to will, in this regard two may gain true measure of another. In honest battle one can not pretend to be any more nor any less than what they themselves truly are.
So come! Illustrate to me that which hides behind empty rhetoric and verbose arrogance. Show me if there is ought of worth inside yourself.