Escalation

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME!!"  Efften yells, getting right in B'eights face.

     There is a loss for words as B'eight realizes it may not have been the best idea to pick a fight with the one person on this ship who loves to fight.  However, we are already here so...

     "I said: I was standing still and you ran into me, how could that possibly be anyone's fault but yours?"

     "And what are you going to do about my salmon?"  Efften's hands instinctively become fists and nothing but slits remain of what were once wide eyes.

     B'eight looked down at the salmon then back at the mass of unbridled anger.  "There is no unraveling this mess," B'eight thinks, "may as well keep going."

     B'eight reaches down and picks up the salmon, inspects it for a moment, makes a show of dusting it off and the presents it to Efften, flashing a slight smirk "Looks good enough to me."

     That is all that Efften needs to do what Efften does.  The balled up fist comes flying toward B'eights face with the speed and precision of a trained fighting giant.

B'eight is defenseless and takes the hit

B'eight ducks below the swing