Ludwig moved first without any signal or declaration that the fight had begun. One moment, he stood with Durandal aimed toward Sloth. The next, the ground cracked beneath his boots as he launched himself across the canyon.
This time, he knows the rule. He could not attack Sloth, harbor the intention of harming him, or think about piercing his flesh, crushing his bones, tearing out his heart, or separating his head from his shoulders. As much he would like to do those things in that exact order.
The Authority would recognize the intent. It would remove momentum from the strike, make the distance impossible to cross, or convince the attack that reaching its target was no longer worth the effort.
So Ludwig did not hate Sloth. He hated the space around him.
