"Hmph. It would seem every faction has capable warriors." Mask said to himself as the two went back and forth.
"Gentlemen," he began, "out honor is not at stake between us. All that matters is we fight for what we believe in. I believe in protecting earth, and I intend to return to do exactly that. What you fight for is what matters most, and when I die, I hope kabakali, the kuntala God of the Underworld will judge me accordingly." Mask said, his honor showing abit.