Another fierce battle, but this time with the wrong person with whom he expected. You've been fighting for about two hours now, and he would have finished you off by now if it weren't for the memories of your past relationship

Tartaglia stopped, clutching translucent blades, and looking at you at the other end of the hall, you were already pretty exhausted but did not give up

"Surrender, your war is a draw and I ask you to come back!"

His voice was heavy, slightly hoarse due to breathing and blood that got on his face, however, if you want to continue the battle, he will not back down