Drake: really? I've bested a legion of roman demi-gods and fought Venus and won all with a sword and you hope to best me?
Alex: I did that for you Rosie. In case my clone ever tried to trick you and make you think I didn't love you. I had Fawn burn me so that you would always be sure...
(you can't control my character I wouldn't be that clumsy anyway) Good game *kicks your sword out of your hand and kicks you gorge ground and puts my foot on your chest* check mate
Drake: *picks up his sword and helps you up* don't get all cocky and half-***ed it's what makes you lose