"Just give up," I said after leaving behind the fifth deep wound over his suit and body, "or else in the next few hits, you are going to fall."
"I won't succumb to such a tyrant!" he screamed again and I slowly grew impatient with him. I wasted almost twenty minutes trying to knock reality into his head. But it seemed all of this was useless.
"Fine, if you want to die then I'll gladly help," I raised my glaive high in the air and was ready to use my full strength to strike his head this time.
This hit was going to be lethal, and he wouldn't survive such an attack. Yet when I was going to hit him, he stood erect, raising his head in pride, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.
"Stephen… Just give up and don't throw your life for nothing worthy!"
Just before I'd move my glaive down, a loud scream came from behind. I turned to look, and found out that Matte was the one who shouted from on top of my chariot.