Haohmaru: Your beauty is only matched by your sweet fighting. Charlotte: Knock it off. I'm trying to get into fighting mode!! Haohmaru: My fighting style is the coolest. Charlotte: Whatever, enough talk. I came to fight, so let's ROCK!!
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Sieger: Charlotte, what are you doing? Your parents are worried! Charlotte: Thanks for the concern, but I came to fight. Sieger: Ha ha ha, I am sure of that. I'll gladly fight with you. Charlotte: You will not be spared from my full force of violence!!
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My sword will drain your blood from your body.
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Charlotte: Well, your fighting left a little something to be desired!!! Haohmaru: Due to your excellent skill, I must admit! Charlotte: Your sword skill was great, too! But you seemed a bit distracted. ...Who are you? Show me your face.
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Charlotte: What's up, is this it? Sieger: I fought like a wuss!! I've gotta get practicing!! Charlotte: I want to thank you for a great match. So long, Sieger!!!
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Killing you will save France? Then I won't hesitate.
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Charlotte: This is the end. HA!! I won. Haohmaru: Yes, you are now the best in the world. France is ON TOP!! Keep in mind, next time I'll be the best! Charlotte: Yeah... whatever! Guess I'm the best. Haohmaru: What are you blathering about?? Charlotte: Haohmaru, do I really deserve this title? Am I that great? Haohmaru: I was the best, and you beat me. What don't you understand? Charlotte: It's weird, that's all. I'm just too analytical. Haohmaru: You beat me, you can brag if you want. Go for it, you deserve it. Your confusion is silly, just relax. Here, hit this. Charlotte: Mmmm, I guess so. Thanks. Haohmaru: OK, well, I must leave. I will try to visit you in France! When I visit maybe you can let me try your country's sake? Charlotte: Wait!! I am not finished. I have more to tell you. All right, go. Ahh, this strength. How can I use it effectively? Ha!! What's my problem? I do my best. What else can I do? I'll save some good wine for when Haohmaru comes to visit!!
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This is my chance. I know how to dance!!
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Remember, today's loss becomes tomorrow's strength.
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This fight reminds me of my post breakfast bowel movement.
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God hates a chicken, my friend. God hates a chicken!!
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