"It's over, Dream Chaser! Give up!"
"It's not over yet! For everyone who calls out my name in their hearts, I won't give up! Even… Even if I'm just a severed head!"
Mr. Nobody held the severed head by the hair and, working its jaw, mimicked Dream Chaser's voice.
"Oh, really?! Then take this!!!"
He tossed the head into the air, then kicked it with all his might toward the VIP box.
That marked the end of the third round.
It seemed Dream Chaser hadn't even had time to process his first death. Before the second, he'd been playing to the crowd, talking about how he wouldn't give up… And now, for the third time, each of his limbs was scattered across the arena stands.
All that was left was to watch him recover again after the Knockdown.
"And here you are, Dream Chaser!" said Mr. Nobody, grabbing his scythe again. "Our battle will be legendary! It will last three days and three nights, and then…"
"Nooo!!! Please, enough, I beg you!!! Stop, stop, I give up!!!"
