Knights of Tezoth

I just didn't understand — who was avenged, and for what?

- No one, really, it just fit the conversation. Sounds cool, doesn't it — "the avenger." But I have no enemies, even among those who think they are my enemies. I see life as a canvas full of potential, which we shape with brushstrokes however we please.

- And did the master get anything worthwhile in return for those bruises and scrapes? Style is style, but in essence, injuries for the amusement of a bloodthirsty crowd. I think we could have fought, and you would have understood my level, but I stand no chance against you. Alas, I was not lucky enough to be born — or to become — knight material.

- Oh, absolutely! I got this, and that's the most important thing! — the master presses his index finger to his temple. — Intelligence. Experience. Understanding. Bruises and scrapes will heal, but knowledge remains. Do you understand now? Life is a long game: losers get cut off, winners remain, — Vargas claps the lad on the shoulder with a smile. — Heh. You're a good lad, there seems to be something hopeless in you, but there's spirit, there is. That's no trouble, we'll strengthen it. My squire will be the best in the kingdom, that's not up for debate! So you have zero eliminations? It seems fate itself brought us together. Either you'll become my two-hundredth, or I'll become your first. Ha-hah, as strange as that may sound! Will you show me what you've got? — Lester draws a Swiss Army knife as a weapon. — Don't frown, it's simple. I can't assess your strength if other factors are involved. And that's very important to measure.