"I can't die!" Ester cries out in pain as he falls to the ground, icicles embedded deep into his skin.
Amuzani rips the spear out of his chest, breathing heavily as blood pours out of his mouth. He staggers slowly as he falls to his knees, grasping his chest with his hands, pouring blood all over them. "Yeah, I underestimated you." Amuzani's wound slowly started to regenerate. "But you're still the weakest I've ever fought! It's Ikarians like you that stain the pure blood."
"Do not speak of my race in that manner!" Ester stood up, nearly blacking out from the pain. "I'm proud to be who I am! A great Ikarian!"
"Your fucking race murdered millions. What's there to be proud of?!" Amuzani slowly walks towards Ester.