When one-quarter dead, Grew raised his hand to catch the descending fist, his face bruised and swollen, saying, "You've already won, don't go overboard."
"Divine Decree!"
When half dead, Grew raised his hand to catch the descending fist, covered in blood, saying, "Stop hitting me, I've already seen the Goddess. She's on the other side of the river, waving at me."
"Divine Decree!"
When three-quarters dead, Grew raised his hand to catch the descending fist, mumbling, "Bastard, keep hitting and I'll really die. Don't mention the Divine Decree, you're just trying to kill me, right?"
"That's right, but now you have no strength left to resist."
When nine-tenths dead, Wayne stopped the descending fist, whispering, "To be honest with you, I gave Saine a good beating, stripped off both her long-sleeved gloves, and she said your eight spider legs must be dismantled too, can't let her be the only one to suffer."
"She's a traitor, it's not the same!"
