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I just didn't understand — who was avenged, and for what?
- No one, really, it just came up in conversation. Sounds cool, doesn't it — "the avenger." And I have no enemies, not even among those who think they are my enemies. I see life as a canvas full of potential, which we change with brushstrokes however we please.
- And did the master get anything worthwhile in return for these 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 have no chance against you. Alas, I was not lucky enough to be born or to become knight material.
- And how! I got this, and this is the most important thing! — the master presses his index finger to his temple. — Intelligence. Experience. Understanding. Bruises and scrapes will heal, but knowledge will remain. Do you understand now? Life is a long game: losers are cut off, winners remain, — Vargas pats 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 discussion! So you have zero eliminations? It turns out fate itself brought us together. Either you'll become my two-hundredth, or I'll be your first. Ha-hah, however strange 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 won't be able to assess your strength if other factors are involved. And that's very important to measure.
- In my opinion, that lady on the pegasus got the real intelligence, not you, master, but as you say — you surely know better. Yes, I have no eliminations, but there were anti-eliminations, I am, after all, somewhat of a memdic. Oh well. — The servant takes his most ordinary sword in hand. — Just don't hit the organs if possible, better aim for the face. But not the eyes, and I'd like to keep my teeth too.
Lester makes the first move.
- And we got her graceful image, etched into our memory, which we will recall on a rainy day. So who here won, and who lost? — baring his teeth, Vargas attacks. He'll just hit with his hand.