Heh, so true since that happens quite a lot in public. After a round everyone blames each other for loosing.
Fine... I'll let you live in your illusion of security. But we both know that I'm already hiding in the shadows, my knife longing for sweet, stabable back - waiting for you to walk past me with your blissful ignorance. And then - Yes, then! I will pounce you like the cheetah the helpless gazelle and I will feast from your blood like... nah, wait... that's going to far. Let's just say I'll will constantly murder you whenever I got the opportunity to do so.