�This can only carry on for so long, Riley.�
Shut up and end it then, Glaive. If you�re so much better than me, why are you taking so long to finish this?
Dammit; parry, parry. Dodge. Stop thinking; watch the sword. Oh, hell; that blade doesn�t have the stopper on it. He must have taken it off; that�s why he�s smiling like that. Parry. Dodge, riposte. Damn, my arm�s heavy; it�s not moving. Move, you stupid log. He�s not fooling around this time. Jerk. Everyone else got nicer after the academy let us out; why�d I have to run into the only jerk? I swear he�s been looking for me. He looked too happy when he ran into me. Happy to find me. Always hated me at school, but he�s happy to find me now. Something�s not right about this guy. Screw-job. Dodge, parry. Attack. Parry, dodge. Parry, dodge, dodge. Crap, can�t feel my arm at all now. He�s got to be wasting energy if he�s hitting that hard. No, I�ll never outlast him. Wonder how long it took to hunt me down.
Stop smiling, Glaive. You�re better than me, we all knew that. What did I ever do to you? Why go looking for me? Parry, parry. Riposte, dodge. Damn you, you�re having fun with this. Nutcase. Parry, dodge, parry. Is my foil bent? Did he bend the blade? Stupid old weapon; no good crap. Got to get out of here; he�s going to kill me or something, I know. Dodge, dodge. Stop dancing like that, like some kind of fruity scorpion. I�d swipe that grin off my face if I were you. I might get you first if you keep that up. Dick. At least he�s giving me a chance to--
Dodge, parry, parry, riposte. Dodge. Damn, he cut me. He cut me. I�m bleeding. When did he do that? Can�t feel the arm, can�t feel the bleeding. If I was faster... parry, dodge. Dodge. Stop moving back and forth, dick. Probably killed the others, too. Why else would he be so happy? The academy was a plaything, wasn�t it? You were looking for victims. Dodge, dodge. Hunting us all down, right? Back up, back up.
Fine, you want to end this? You want to kill me? I�ll kill you first. Damn psycho. Here we go. You and me; one last round. Dodge, parry, atta--
What the hell? Can�t move; there�s something in me. Pushing on the spine. Oh damn, he... got to look or I�ll never know. Come on, look. He�s smiling too much. He�d still be attacking if he hadn�t--just look down, you idiot. Getting dizzy. Look. Look.
... Oh, Mother of God. At least the fight�s over now.