I calmly approach the bottom of the hill.
I look up at the summit and see my enemy.
I casually stroll up the hill, stand in front of you, meet your eyes with mine, and give you a warm sturdy hand shake and a smile.
I follow your discourse on how the hill is in your possession and shall remain so.
I nod assuredly as you explain that nothing and no one will remove you from your throne.
I agree to your terms and turn as if I am sincere in my concession.
I then bend slightly forward...
I focus all my energies inward...
I recreate in my mind all the glorious details of my earlier meal...
mmmm, fajitas, baked beans, broccoli, sauerkraut...
I think back to my training...
I focus all my energies backward...
I release an greenish tinged invisible fog so incredibly thick that even the Gods cough, hold their breath and give me an enthusiastic thumbs up...
It's hard to rule the hill with no oxygen left in the air.
I humbly kick your asphyxiated body down the hill...
Good to be back, now where was I?....