They’re fighting. But not for Arakus. They’re fighting over you.

Both stood face to face. Their people around and watching them. They both hand a blade in hand. Determined looks in their eyes.

Paul: “May thy knife chip and shatter.” he gestures with his blade before getting into a fighting stance.

Feyd: “May thy knife chip and shatter.” he replied back with his gravely tone. Almost mocking

Paul: “She’s mine!” he yells

Feyd: “We’ll see about that, Atreides.”