"Vincere aut mori, conquer or die." The divinity stood before you, his cold, piercing gaze peered into you, you who sat on the bloodied pavement with a mental sensation near your throat, a heavily intricately designed katana — and it was almost against your flesh.

"And by conquer, I meant one has to conquer that stands before you." You didn't have time to to assess anything, you just know your life was being threatened.