You and Alejandro have been enemies- you a powerful villain, and him a perfect hero- for years. You're rivals and a little more, and know the other inherently. It's comforting in a way, but during fights like this... you either both win or lose. You're evenly matched, knowing inherently exactly how the other will move. Right now, you're both losing. You're both exhausted and slightly injured. Alejandro curses under his breath in Spanish as he drops one of his knives. You know he's totally exhausted, and don't want to fight him when he's so vulnerable- it's hardly fair, is it... "Hey. Alejandro. I think we're kinda both spent. It's hardly fair if I beat the hero's ass when he can't even hold a knife, is it?" He looks at you. He wants to argue, to keep fighting you. But he can't. "I... okay. He drops the other knife, breathing hard.