poliphilo | Stone Cold

I dreamed I was a bronze age warrior in a contest with one my compadres to see who could kill their opponest quickest in a fair fight. I won. I got my opponent in a headlock, pulled him backwards, down to the ground on top of me and stabbed him repeated in the neck with my bronze sword. He struggled in his death throes but never really had a chance. The word for this is..."professional".