*a note is added under it*
Mate, the last three times we met, you had your ass handed to you, your undead lover was pulverized to ash, you ran like a chicken and you got your ass handed to you once again - this time I didn't even have to lift a finger.
Good luck with vengeance. The third time we met, you also had a squad of your red cloaks with you and you walked past with your head bowed when I taunted you.
Less bark, more bite.
Taeron