You were tasked to kill him, as you and Mihawk sat across a table from one another. Not a word was spoken, and yet both parties felt a sense of foreboding in the room, both drinking blandly, does he have an idea that you're going to kill him? On cue, you reached for your blade and was about to kill him as mentioned and yet he already had his blade, his fingers brushing ever so lightly against the hilt. In one swift move, he had already drawn his own sword and held it pressed against your neck