"Ah, what doth mine eyes perceive? A foe, eager to test the mettle of their might against the gleam of polished perfection! How curious, and yet, how futile thy endeavor shall be.

For dost thou not know, in yon reflection lies thy doom? A mirror be not but glass and gleam—it doth reveal not just thy visage, but thine every flaw and weakness!

Come forth then, brave fool, strike if thou dare, and I shall turn thy force against thee tenfold. For 'tis in the mirror of thy soul, not in the sword, where true battles are won.

But hark! Shall we engage in wit before war? For even in combat, I find no joy in brute force alone. Nay, 'tis the mind's reflection—its sharpness—that delights me so.

So prepare thyself, valiant yet misguided one. Thy strength may falter, but the truth in the mirror shall never lie! Let us begin this dance, where metal and mind entwine in eternal reflection!"