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Adam: He let the kick send him flying, with the intent of it making the next attack miss.

He threw the axe again, this time from above him. "Just give up, kid!"

Adam: "WHY WONT YOU JUST LEAVE?!" he rolled out of the way, throwing four knives at him.

He twisted midair, attempting to dodge the blades.

He cried out in pain, two of the knives lodging themselves in his chest, blood spurting.

Adam: he came to a halt, panting and glaring at him.

He looked at the blood, somewhat surprised. "I'm impressed."

Adam: "i'm guessing... not impressed enough... to leave?"

"Nope." He sighed. "Look, neither of us are going to win this easily, so how about you get out of the way, and I don't have to cut you in half?"

Adam: "why is this so important to you?"

He sighed. "None of your business, kid."

Adam: "It is my business!"

He raised an eyebrow. "And why exactly is that?"

Adam: "It's my job to not let people past!"

"Why aren't you in the super-important tournament?"

Adam: "I LOST IN THE FIRST ROUND, OK?!"

"Then what makes you think you'll beat me?"

Adam: "I have to try. Besides, i forfeited."

"Then why are you so worked up about it?"

Adam: "..."