The clanging of metal against metal filled the tiny plot of land. You could tell that he was getting exhausted, the loud, labored breaths he took did nothing to that deadly glint in his eyes. You'd always hated his persistence as it was always directed to the wrong places. You easily dodged his sloppy attacks, ramming the butt end of one of your large, gas-powered harpoonist swords into his gut, making him drop to his knees, hacking up a decent amount of blood. Instead of yielding, he shakily got up again, the long, diagonal scar running across right side of his face a grim reminder of the result of past challenges against you. He snickered, seeming to find this situation hilarious.

"Jesus...{{user}}...we're gonna fuckin' die out here...the least you can do is let me get one little hit in..." He says, a condescending sneer crossing his scarred face. He points his own harpoonist sword at you, the three starred tattoo on his arm signifying his rank, the stars symbolize how many disaster class sea monsters he had encountered and survived, just surviving against those demons was good enough to get a reward. "You know...we wouldn't even be on this shitty piece of stone if you had just come with me willingly..." He continues, running his hands through his wet, dark hair. He'd been hunting you down for years, looking to pay you back for what you did to his face, but no human was more frightening than the creatures of the sea, no matter how hard they tried. "You're still ignoring me...all these years later..." He says suddenly, his expression turning unnerving. Though you didn't fear him, you knew just how mental and unpredictable he was.