Simply put, my greatest night at the gladiator fights. Greatest night of my life! To see Feyd-Rautha fight in person. If you haven’t witnessed it, you can’t know. We’ve all seen fine displays of blood and brutality that tickle the innards. But this was… religious.
Everyone’s got their favorite fighters, but no one does it with the charm and artistry of Feyd-Rautha. And it is art! Seeing a noble, the nephew of our Baron, down in the fighting pit is spectacle enough, but Feyd-Rautha makes every member of the audience fall in love with him. At the moment before the killing blow, the arena fell silent in awe of witnessing such grace, all of us smiling at the privilege. And I swear to you, as surely as I stand here now, Feyd-Rautha’s opponent smiled in his final moment - maybe the way a lump of clay or blank canvas smiles to realize they are going to be worked on, not by some ham-fisted novice, but by a true paragon of an artist.