"Now shall we begin?" Falco voiced out while staring at Zim with a chilly gaze.
"I don't know who you are or why someone as strong as you are would only be arriving at the battlefield now but what I did was necessary and I'm sure you can agree with me... The battlefield is not for softhearted weaklings!" Zim said while trying to put on a righteous look.
"Softhearted weaklings eh... What about hard-hearted weaklings?" Falco asked with a solemn look while taking small steps forward.
"The battlefield is not for weaklings at all, whether softhearted or not!" Zim replied with a look of revulsion.
"Good I'm glad you admit that it's not for weaklings," Falco said as he moved another step forward.
"Ten times of what happened to her should also be inflicted on weaklings don't you think?" Falco asked with a small smirk forming on his face.
