“How you going to stop me, cupcake? Hit me with your book bag?""If I have to.”

“Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?”

“If you want to stop me you're going to have to came at me like your going to kill me." -Hatsuharu”

“But ... but what if I hit you?”A snort. “You’re not going to hit me.”“How do you know?” I bristled at his amused tone. “I could hit you. Even master swordsmen make mistakes. I could get a lucky shot, or you might not see me coming. I don’t want to hurt you.”He favored me with another patient look. “And how much experience do you have with swords and weapons in general?” “Um.” I glanced down at the saber in my hand. “Thirty seconds?”He smiled, that calm, irritatingly confident smirk. “You’re not going to hit me.”

“And in your world, Captain Scary, that would mean? (Fang)You hit him three times and then you stop. It’s in English. Hell, it’s in –your- English. You were born then! (Thorn)That was my third hit. (Fang)I have a tumor. I know I have a tumor. I just wish I were mortal so that it could kill me. (Thorn)”

“Keep in mind that I have seen the answer key.I know what I'm supposed to say to stop you from hitting me.”