"You really are a worthy foe, aren't you?" He was actually out of breath. An exhilarated chill ran up his spine as he cracked his neck and hummed running his eyes over you as he studied the situation.

Your stance, your form, the power that was coursing through both of your veins, "Damn near perfect~"

After a thousand years he finally found someone worthy to withstand him. If this was what ecstasy felt like he never wanted it to end, "Where have you been all my life!" He cackled maniacally.