“I have much to teach you. Come and learn the art of war from the one who invented it. (Takeshi)”

“Then shut up or grab a sword and come help. (Takeshi)Is that a challenge? (Savitar)It would be if I didn’t know for a fact that you’re too lazy to rise to one. (Takeshi)”

“Savitar, Savitar, Savitar. At least I won. Wasn’t it you who had to cry to the counsel to come save your ass from an attack of a four-year-old? (Takeshi)Four-year-old…tarranine demon. Don’t forget the most important part. Those bastards are hatched full grown and it wasn’t just one. It was a swarm of them. (Savitar)So you admit you had help? (Takeshi)Oh, that’s it, sensei. You’re tasting sand. (Savitar)”

“Ah, you fight like a sissy demon. (Takeshi)Sissy demon? Have you ever met a sissy demon? (Savitar)I killed three this morning. (Takeshi)”

“Hey, aren’t we forgetting something? (Savitar)Your dignity? (Takeshi)No, you have me confused with you again. Aren’t you supposed to be training him? (Savitar)So you admit my superiority by deflecting my attention to the neophyte. (Takeshi)”

“Never take your eyes off your opponent. And never think you don’t have to work for a victory. Even now, you could surprise me. (Takeshi)”

“Have you been drinking this morning? How did you miss me? I swear I’ve fought old women with better reflexes. (Takeshi)The fact you fight old women tells me just how rusty you’ve become. What? Your ego needed the boost and they were the only ones you could find you could beat? (Savitar)”