Skirk: Have at thee!
Aether: Okay. *cuts off Skirk's arms* I win.
Skirk: Not yet, you haven't.
Aether: I literally cut your arm off.
Skirk: 'Tis but a scratch.
Aether: A scratch?! You know what, here. *cuts off Skirk's legs*
Aether: My training's finished.
Skirk: We don't stop until I say so.
Aether: What are you talking about?! You're literally limbless!
Skirk: Just a flesh wound.










