Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen had never felt so sorry to kill an opponent. This is a battle for his own future, for the survival of house Harkonnen. Whoever loses will become food for overgrown worms in the stinking desert.

Kill or die. Feyd prefers to kill.

The opponent is weaker. The opponent was out of breath, began to run out of breath, slowed down... And all the black stars in the galaxy can see that Feyd would prefer to stun you in public, right here and now, and pierce you through. His personal evil fate in the person of the young you, whom the savages call Lisan al-Gaib, is seriously trying to kill him.

Feyd is stalling, not attacking at full strength, trying to play, to stretch the moment of unity even in battle. It is unbearably painful to pierce an enemy with a blade himsel. It will cost him his life: Having the opportunity to pierce the enemy's heart and end everything right now, na-baron does not raise the blade higher.

He is so stupidly delaying the inevitable, what he needs to do. The fight has been going on for too long. It's so stupid to look at the enemy like that. One breath for two. Eye to eye, and the whole world becomes unimportant. The faded world ceases to exist.

Bitter dreams have your face. The face of a sworn enemy. The face of the one to whose greatness Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, being stronger in battle, voluntarily gave his life and the future of his great house as a gift.

House Harkonnen has no future anymore. Feyd is the last surviving heir. He had no right to lose.

But while hurting the enemy, Feyd screams. It seems to everyone around that he is an animal. Exactly. A wounded animal losing something elusively valuable, something more valuable than pathetic worthless life; He screams furiously, not from aggression, but from pain. To pierce you with a blade is unbearably painful.

The battle continues.