On top of the mountain, as blood dripped from multiple places on my body, he has his sword drawn, and was watching me carefully, but not moving forward.
"For... over thirty trips around the sun, you have never beaten me. This is your chance. So why are you waiting?"
He sneered.
"Because you'll soon bleed out, and I'll win. Finally."
I laughed.
"No you won't, the archers and spike traps will have beaten me. Not you. Because you can't, not then, not-"
As expected, he lunged forward, setting off the last spike trap, right in his thigh.
One last victory.
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