- It's like they're flailing around underwater. You know what the difference is between real life and this charade? - Genza suddenly decided to philosophize for Hat and Mask. - In real life, you won't have time to warm up, grease yourself with oil, admire yourself in the mirror, and put on a can. You catch an arrow in the face, and that's the end of it. Or a bullet. And imagine him walking through the desert - he'll overheat in his helmet in half an hour, collapse, and become limp. No, he won't even overheat; a poisonous spider will crawl under the visor, or a rocky viper, one bite, and that's it, game over. He won't even have time to react. And walking on sand, or up a hill? Forget it. And they won't take him on a ship - he'll drown. And how will he count the straps on this claw? One coin, two coins, the old man stands there for half an hour, fiddling with his coins, can't grab it, oh, it fell, it rolled away, and how to pick it up, it's even hard to bend over. That's it. To stand face to face, to bash each other with sticks according to regulations, or to fight hand-to-hand with other soldiers - an order is given to push through, and we push through - that I understand. But to wear this suit every day, on the street, in a cafe, no way. Whether it's one or the other.
But no one was able to enjoy it...
- Beavis, without a shield and armor, you don't stand a chance, just surrender.
- B-but... I...
- Listen, if I ever get married, you and Beavis will still be useful to me, so I don't want either of you to get hurt. I need you both in good health.
- B-b-boss... - Scrym became emotional and even shed a few tears. - Okay!
And that's how Erika won in the semi-finals, and now Genza had to face Scar.