"Many years have passed, and you're still as vicious with your words." Facing Dina's insult, Yalunte didn't get angry but showed a smile instead.
"If only I knew back then what kind of person you were, I would've killed you right away!" Dina said through gritted teeth.
"Don't be so upset, you can't even beat me, can you?" Yalunte confidently declared.
"Grand Swordmaster, what a empty title! I practiced day and night just to defeat you and bring your head to the Pope!" Seeing Yalunte, Dina gave up on pursuing Arya's Blade. In his eyes, killing Yalunte was far more important than retrieving Arya's Blade.
"I never claimed to be a Swordmaster. You forced that moniker upon me, overzealously vowing to defeat me. How unfortunate I am." Yalunte shrugged innocently.
"Enough talk, you betrayed the king, you betrayed the Pope – it's a fact. I shall take care of you – a heretic – on behalf of the Church Court!" Dina stepped forward and struck heavily at Yalunte.
