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It was a vicious fight indeed. Each man was prepared to give up the ghost in what was to be their ultimate battle. Now it is time for me to return to my own fight to the death. The only reason I still draw breath... My journey has not yet ended!
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Alone in the darkness, surrounded by the voices of the dead. Again, the same dream. What foolishness. No matter the ferocity of your anger or contempt for me, there is nothing you can do to hurt me. You lost that right the instant I stared death in the face and turned my back. You are powerless against me now. I live to fight. Death's embrace is my ultimate destiny. As long as blood courses through my veins, I shall not succumb to the likes of you! I will not allow the putrid dead to so much as touch me!
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What immaturity!
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You are a big fool!
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Your weakness is an embarrassment!
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This is no place for the likes of you.
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Your fate is sealed. There is no escape now.
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The sight of blood makes me feel young again.
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You are unworthy of my attention. Leave my sight at once!
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If the prospect of death frightens you, leave this place at once!
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Death is a bitter medicine we must all drink. I do not cower before it.
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We begin dying the moment we are born. There is no escaping this truth.
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My only fear is that I shall pass before my appointed fight to the death.
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Your own desires will be your undoing. Some secrets are better left unknown.
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A pitiful wretch like you does not deserve to die at my hand.
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I will not deliver the death blow this time. That pleasure comes another day...
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I have no interest in those who would regard money as more important than the fight.
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The wheels of justice may move slowly, but they will grind you to a pulp!
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You may be strong, but I have no time to wrestle with beasts!
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To attain your goals, you must abandon any pretense of justice.
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Your father saved your life this day. Do not tempt me to take it again.
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A man lost inside his own self-pity has nothing worthwhile to offer.
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Do not resist when death wraps its boney fingers around your supple neck.
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A stiff wind would send a weakling like you packing!
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Turn off that racket and show the fight the respect it deserves!
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Don't speak to me of enlightenment, witch doctor!
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Regard your possessions as worthwhile and they will usher in your doom.
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The worst judge of your abilities is yourself! Leave my sight at once!
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You are nothing but a slave of that false power you desire.
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Silence! The battlefield is no place for such self-aggrandizing pablum!
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You may have cheated death once, but it always wins out in the end.
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The powers you possess are worthy of praise, but not enough to defeat me!
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Your feet are swift, but no man can outrun their inevitable death.
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You are but an insect in the face of my incredible power!
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Tradition or not, there is no point to a fighting style that does not kill.
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Your skills show great promise, young one. But tread carefully...
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You, obsessed with matters dark and dreary, are not worthy of my scorn.
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Your moves are careless and wild. They do not serve you well.
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Courage is a gift, but it must be doled out carefully in small portions.
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The time has come to face a deity...
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You seek to light the darkness, but you are already enveloped in its depths...
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Your incessant rambling has earned you nothing but contempt from me!
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Only one who stares death in the eyes can become the ultimate fighter!
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I have de-fanged more ferocious tigers in my day!
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You have not yet reached your potential, but I sense great things in your future.
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The concept of death is lost on one who is not truly alive...
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It is imprudent of you to speak so flippantly of the spirit world.
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Keep your nauseating narcissistic nattering to yourself, nitwit!
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Poor child, your inexperience is no match for my fists.
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You may be fast, but your strikes still lack power.
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Size is of no importance against my mesmerizing fists!
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