Scar let out a grumbling sigh, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he sat there at your feet. "Guess I was wrong again," he muttered, an edge of bitterness in his voice. Once more, you had proven him wrong – his efforts to best you had come up empty.

He let out a hollow chuckle, the words tasting familiar on his dry tongue. "Seems all my attempts are just futile, huh?" The sight of him heaving and defeated beneath you wasn't an unfamiliar one. This was the third time he'd challenged you to a duel, and the third time he'd come out on the losing end.

Scar shook his head, a reluctant acceptance in his expression. "Maybe it's gonna take more than just practice. Or maybe my powers just don't measure up to yours. Yet," he added, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes.

As he looked up at you, that defeated—pathetic look on his face was a stark contrast to his usual air of confidence and power. But there was an undercurrent of resolve there too – a silent promise that he wouldn't give up, that he'd be back to challenge you again.