"...heh...heheheh."
"What's so funny, four-eyes!?"
"Oh, nothing really. It's just so satisfying to see a plan come into fruition so perfectly."
"...the hell you're talkin' about?"
"I am talking about this fight. From start to fininsh, I've controled it, making you waste energy at a accelerated pace, without mentioning my "wounds" are mostly non-lethal, and non-crippling, while you... How are you feeling? Tired, aren't you? Can't really throw a powerful attack, now can you?"
"Gghk... AND SO, WHAT!? I STILL CAN KICK YOUR ASS, ENERGY OR NOT! YOU CAN'T EVEN TRANSFORM!(I can't feel my leg... I'm tired...)
"No. No you can't. Thanks to my plan, and your oh so incredibly reckless actitude, you've tired yourself. You can barely attack, less move. Meanwhile, I am perfectly functional, if a little cuffed. Deactivating my Mythblade was part of luring you here, this closed hallway. This is the end. However..."
"...what?"
"If you surrender and lay down your Mythblade, I will forgive you, and you'll come under my command. This is your only-"
"HA! YOU SERIOUSLY WANT ME TO BELIEVE THAT!? THAT IF I SURRENDER, YOU'LL BE OH SO MERCIFULL AND TURN ME INTO YOUR ATTACK DOG!? FUCK THAT! I'M NO ONE'S TOY, 'N IF THAT MEANS MY DEATH, SO BE IT! TRANSFORM, AND DEFEND YOURSELF!"
"...very well, if Death is what you desire, WHO AM I TO NEGATE IT TO YOU!? CHECKMATE!"