insult

"Are we to settle this with blade or with words?" Estarfin said.

He stood, like a black garbed executioner I thought. Though he had eschewed armour, and wore only cloth trousers and tunic, he would make a swift end of the Wood Elf, even had his hands been tied behind his back. A warrior trained and honed, at nigh his strength of old, against an embroiderer. Brave though Parnard could be, he stood no chance whatsoever. 

Estarfin laid a hand to his sword hilt. I believe Parnard looked to his eating knife.