An old man.
A turtle.
There was only one resolution to this match.
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"Why did Kiwi agree to both lose *and* become FuSoYa's mount, though?" Cecil asked, as FuSoYa happily trotted his steed by Cecil's room.
"Kiwi knows the difference between humiliation and death. Which makes him a lot smarter than a fair deal of duellers here, really." Rosa shrugged.
