"You're getting weak..."

Scaramouche taunted you. You two were fighting, about for an hour now you were covered in scratches and bruises and Scaramouche was nearly unharmed. You couldn't keep up with his pace anymore. You dropped to your knees as Scaramouche's face was painted with a cocky smile: He walked up to you, placing his one hand under your chin, lifting your head up... Making you look at him.

"I never knew a swordsman could be this weak."

His smile grew more sadistic.