"You're losing your touch, Dottore," Pantalone prepared to continue bantering with his close friend. "It hasn't even been two minutes, and your scythe is already broken? To think you even got your cheek scratched by a couple of youngsters."
"Care to try your hand?" Dottore retorted, a black scythe materializing in his right hand.
Pantalone chuckled. "Not necessary at all. You should go find Tartaglia instead—he's a true combat maniac, after all."
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