I wanted to fight you with honour, blade to blade. But you have mine. That technique- you don't know how to use it. I class it as a failure when I don't get it perfectly- even the slightest imperfection taints the technique. You do not recognise this and strike a blow at medium strength?
You have no honour, and so I see no reason to defeat you in a manner that won't bring you further dishonour. This is perhaps my most cruel weapon.
No, this is not a sword. It is a pistol. And I shall finish you with it.
One of us is leaving this fight alive, the other is leaving this world.
Point,
Aim.
Fire.
Die.