"You really believe you can beat me?"
"I know I can beat you, your attitude and demeanor just eludes to the prospect of my inevitable win."
"You want to bet? Your words may be large, and your mind broad, but that will win you nothing in the test of swords."
"Aye, that is true, but you need to realize that this is how my battles progress, leading my opponent astray with wicked words twisted around kindness. They lash out in foolish anger only to befall my blade."
"Ha! What a cowardice action, using tactics only a child would resort to. It is not me that needs to realize, but you. I am not the type to be drawn into idiotic schemes. You will have to resort to other methods to detangle me."
"Oh! But don't you see? You are already caught in my web of words, you are but an insect now waiting for your death. Every breath you take is one step closer into my clutches. Your mind is already spinning in circles. Do you not understand?! You are coming up with new ideas and retaliations, all the while you have an object in your hand that can decide a person's fate in a second."
"A second? You call this a second? Your fights reign long and grueling. You contradict yourself madam, this contest would be long over if both weapons were moving in a frenzy. Why not make this a real fight?"
"Why not? Dear Sir, let us continue."
"Let us set our differences aside and proceed. Shall we?"
"We shall."
And they fought.
