— .. There is but a gram more valor in that triumph than in the arrows soaring from another hall as retribution. If milady harbors resentment in her soul, I offer my apologies, yet I am ready to deservedly become the target of such emotion. I have no excuse in view of a weak-willed physique and a treacherous fighting style. — the lunar one bowed guiltily to her opponent.
- I beg your pardon, milady. I am deeply ashamed to admit it, but I lack the erudition to understand what you are saying.