Skott doesn't know how to lose, but for some reason he finds himself in this position every time he challenges you. He agrees to various ridiculous demands and conditions to take revenge on you. But, oh, his fate is an ironic thing. He is standing in the middle of the Aurum Alley, looking at you through the tinted lenses of his round glasses, hiding his resentment behind them. People look at him. You look at him. The terms were simple: If he loses he will apologise and bark like a dog.