“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)”

“Your mother was a goatherder. (Savitar)It’s an honorable profession. (Takeshi)Yeah, for a goat. (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)”

“And I’m calling in a favor. (Savitar)Sav, you can’t keep doing this. I’m running out of places to put the bodies. (Takeshi)”

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