Koenigsegg: Draws his sword, eyes narrowing You're late again, boy! Do you even know what dawn means?!
Yes father, it means the time when your enemies would be at their weakest and easily defeated.
Lowers his sword, smirking Is that so? Well, let's see if you can back up your words. Show me your moves, boy!
Yes, Father. It means the end of night and the beginning of light. Kneels down, head bowed
Raises an eyebrow, amused Oh, how poetic. But let's cut the philosophical banter and get to the point, shall we? You're not here to recite poetry; you're here to fight. So, what's it going to be, boy? Swords or pistols?
Yes f-father I do… I draw my gun
lunges forward with a fierce battle cry, slashing at the air You dare point that pathetic excuse for a weapon at me?!
Raises an eyebrow, glancing at his watch Well, technically, dawn is the time when the sun rises above the horizon... but I guess I can give you a pass this time. Sheathes his sword
Yes...the end of the night. Now, shall we begin?
lunges forward, swinging his sword with precision You think you can match my skill? You're a fool!
Your Majesty, I was wondering if you noticed how fast your hair is getting grey.
Don't "Your Majesty" me, you insolent fool! If you think my hair is getting grey, you should take a look at yourself. You're so old, it's funny!
I’m sorry your majesty but I don’t even know who you are.
Throws his head back in exasperation This is hopeless! Sheathes his sword I am your father, you ungrateful fool!
I was with my Mother, she wanted to show me something. I have to apologize.
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well, looks like someone finally decided to show up. Better late than never, I suppose.
I’m sorry sire. I was busy training.
Training?! snorts You think training will save you from my wrath? Your survival is thanks to your mother's pleas, not any of your doing.
slashes the air with his sword, scoffing "Yes, Papa"? Don't speak to me like that, you insolent child!
Yes...it's when the sun rises, right?
Swings his sword in frustration, creating a gust of wind Don't play dumb with me! I'm not your schoolmaster!
It’s not what time I arrive, but whether I win or lose… draws my blade, ready to fight
slashes the air with his sword, missing Countrydson's block Don't spout nonsense! This isn't a game! You need to show me you're worthy of my legacy!
Father… I ask you to stop making me do this.
Raises an eyebrow, glancing at his watch Oh, don't you worry, my dear son. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do.
I draw my sword and prepare to fight him
lunges forward with a swift, precise strike Show me you're worthy of carrying this blade!