With both hands braced on the ground, the Lich Old Man slowly straightened up, muttering to himself without pause. "That's what I said. There was no way you'd be killed by my three scythe strikes. As a Long-Lived Species who's lived for who knows how many years, you must be incredibly strong. That's why I never wanted to fight. I really did want to let you go. But you refused. What a complete idiot..."
The Lich Old Man kept rambling on. Tinwood looked over at him and said in a killing tone, "Despicable lich, have you finally revealed your true face? You wanted to ambush me. You wanted to kill me! Heh, unfortunately, I won't die that easily, because I am a higher life-form. I..."
"Alright, alright, shut up!" The Lich Old Man impatiently interrupted Tinwood, sounding somewhat irritated. "Stop talking nonsense. I already know you're a complete idiot."
"So no matter what I say, you won't believe me. Whether I wanted to let you go or not, you'd think I was trying to hurt you. Since that's the case, why waste any more time? Let's fight."
"Krusem, Yaima!"
"Though I really didn't want to fight you and didn't think I was your match, you've bullied me this much, so I can't just let you keep bullying me. After all, I'm a grown man who's lived for several hundred years. I have to save some face."
After hearing the Lich Old Man's words, Tinwood froze for nearly a second. At last, he spread the mouth on his trunk and said, "Very good. It seems you've finally faced reality and realized you can no longer deceive me. Only strength can stop me now. Fine, let me see how powerful you are, you treacherous lich!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tinwood