Majeh smiles. "I agree. Strength for it's own sake is pointless. And simply being strong does not make your actions right. I've defeated plenty of strong opponents who seemed to think any strength they had made them worthy. Those who went to vile ends to attain that strength. But, I suppose power corrupts. And when those who don't understand what is true strength pollute the minds of others, things go poorly."
He thinks for a moment. "Besides, I've also met strong men, who lacked the ability to put that strength to proper use. They couldn't get over their own fears and anxieties, and their strength failed them when they needed it most. It takes more than strength."
He closes his eyes. "And simply being stronger doesn't mean you are right, and they deserve to die."
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A man looks at his hand, which is covered in blood.
"Oh Lord. What a mess."
"Ah. But I suppose that was insensitive of me to say to your face."
A now one armed man stares at his opponent. "The loser has no right to say anything! However, the Winner doesn't have to be so smug. We'll meet again one day, Majeh. You mark my words."
Retrieving his hat, the man turns away to walk off, but first he says with a small wave. "Fine, then we'll fight again... Greenhorn."
