This ranger just didn't learn, did he? Sigeric thought to himself. Mateus's maneuver was clever, but ultimately useless. It was impossible to act in one way while having one's mind fully focused on another. Your innermost thoughts would always betray your plan. Sigeric moved his leg as if to to dodge the nonexistent cut at that region, attempting to lure Mateus into a false sense that his plan was working. Then, he would move his body at the last moment to avoid the real cut, which was aimed at his back. Sigeric would then duck underneath the swing that was aimed at his head, turning and quickly closing the distance to Mateus. He would deliver a hard kick to the belligerent ranger's groin, and then grab the outstretched end of the spear, pulling it to unbalance Mateus, then sweeping his leg out from under him to make him fall to the ground. "I gave you more than enough chances to avoid this." Sigeric said, his left eye beginning to twitch with annoyance. He began to focus his power, readying a mental assault that would cause the ranger to need therapy for years. Out of the corner of his eye, Sigeric noticed Daugo, and heard his plea for them to calm down. Sigeric ceased his mental attack before it began. He was already in quite a bit of potential trouble with the Gondorians. He needed to find a way to avoid escalating this further. He turned to Daugo. "I would like nothing better than to have a calm discussion, but such a thing is rather difficult when this honorable gentleman keeps attempting to stab me in the back." he glanced at Mateus, then looked back at Daugo. "Do continue."