<Snipped quote by Etcetera>
*small cracks begin to appear on the surface of my body, but immediately reform moments after the attack's impact*
...a million cuts wouldn't suffice. A trillion wouldnt. Cut and cut, little swordsman. Fight against inevitability.
*another me appears from the blackness of space behind you, shoving a well placed knee into your side with world crushing power*
Your weak flesh is nothing compared to real strength.
*That me is completely annihilated by the attack and I bring the Soul Caliber onto your dome from your side, ringing like a bell on strike*
Real strength comes from those you fight to protect.
*At the same time, slices up from between your legs with the Soul Edge, burning with power*