Zibar approached in silence.
"One hundred and ninety-one times, Frey Starlight." His voice was heavy as I struggled to stand.
"What… the hell are you… saying…" I rasped, and he kept speaking in the same flat tone.
"One hundred and ninety-one .. that's how many times I've killed you since this fight began."
He paced toward me, counting as he came.
"I crushed your heart seventy-one times, blew your head apart fifty-four times, and destroyed your lungs sixty-six times," Zibar said, his smile slowly returning.
"For humans, those are instant kills—yet here you are, getting back up again and again."
By the time he finished, my wound had already re-knit, and I was on my feet.
"And I'll keep getting up as many times as it takes .. until I beat you."
I answered, crossing my blades before me, ready to fight to the last breath.
My body was boiling; every muscle screamed; my swords felt impossibly heavy.
Even so, I was set on continuing.
