Agharna’s smirk widened as he stood tall, his imposing bear form looming over Eleo. The bear’s massive frame filled the dimly lit room, casting a long shadow over his opponent. Agharna flexed his claws, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Agharna growled. “Attack me. I’m pretty sure you want to kill me, especially after what I did to Kuma.”

Eleo’s eyes darkened, his fists clenching tightly at the mention of his friend’s name. Rage surged through him, every muscle in his body tensing. He could feel his pulse quicken, his blood boiling.

Agharna chuckled, the sound low and mocking. “Man, he was weak.”

That was it. Eleo’s patience snapped. “Enough!” he yelled, and in a flash, he teleported directly in front of Agharna, moving with incredible speed. His fist collided with Agharna’s gut, the impact strong enough to reverberate through the room. Before Agharna could react, Eleo teleported again, this time to his left, landing another brutal punch to his side. Then, in rapid succession, Eleo appeared to his right, driving his leg down into Agharna’s skull with a powerful slam.

Eleo backflipped away, landing smoothly as he glared at Agharna, his chest heaving from the flurry of strikes.

Agharna staggered slightly but then straightened up, rubbing his head with an almost amused look on his face. He chuckled again, that same condescending tone grating on Eleo’s nerves. “Is that really all you’ve got?” Agharna taunted, his grin wide and toothy. “Nothing’s changed about you. You’re still weak.”

In Eleo’s mind, panic started to creep in. *Damn it... my attacks aren’t doing anything to him. He’s—he’s too strong. No… I can’t give up!*

But before Eleo could gather his thoughts, Agharna moved, faster than he expected for someone his size. With a sudden, brutal motion, the bear’s massive arms wrapped around Eleo, pulling him into a bone-crushing bear hug. Eleo’s ribs creaked under the pressure, pain shooting through his body as Agharna lifted him off the ground with ease.

“Got you now, boy,” Agharna growled, his breath hot against Eleo’s face.

With a roar, Agharna slammed Eleo into the ground with a thunderous suplex. The floor cracked under the force of the impact, dust and debris flying up around them. Eleo’s body hit the ground hard, his breath knocked out of him, but Agharna wasn’t done.

Before Eleo could recover, Agharna grabbed his leg and yanked him up into the air like a ragdoll. With his free arm, the bear began to pummel Eleo’s body, delivering brutal punches with the force of a sledgehammer. Each hit sent shockwaves of pain through Eleo, his body snapping back and forth like a ping pong ball, barely able to defend himself.

Agharna’s attacks were relentless. He punched Eleo over and over, his expression never changing as if he was bored by how easy it was. And then, with a final, savage motion, Agharna slammed Eleo into the ground once more, this time hard enough to make him cough up blood.

Eleo lay there, gasping for breath, his vision blurring from the pain. Blood dripped from his mouth, staining the cracked floor beneath him. Agharna, towering above him, pressed his massive foot down onto Eleo’s back, grinding him into the ground.

“Boy,” Agharna sneered, pressing harder, eliciting a scream of pain from Eleo. “You’re going to wish you hadn’t escaped my prison.”

Each step crushed Eleo’s spine, sending agonizing pain through his body. He screamed, his fists clawing at the floor, trying to find some way out, some way to fight back. But the pain was overwhelming, and for a moment, it felt like everything was slipping away.

But deep down, something stirred. Eleo could feel it—the ink in his body, swirling, waiting for his command. *Not yet,* he thought. *I’m not done yet.*

Through gritted teeth, Eleo focused, concentrating all his energy into his right side. He could feel the ink moving, flowing through his body, saturating his muscles, bones, and skin with inky energy. His right arm and leg began to glow faintly, a dark sheen covering them.

Agharna, sensing the shift, lifted his foot off Eleo’s back, smirking as he took a step back. “Oh come on already,” Agharna mocked. “I already one-shot you in that form. What makes you think you can beat me this time?”

Eleo slowly pushed himself up, his right arm and leg pulsing with power. He wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes burning with determination. “Yeah… I think I can.”

With a sudden burst of speed, Eleo launched himself at Agharna, his ink-infused right fist smashing into the bear’s jaw. The impact was harder this time, sending Agharna stumbling back, surprised by the force behind the blow.

Not wasting any time, Eleo teleported again, appearing behind Agharna. He kicked out with his ink-powered leg, slamming it into Agharna’s lower back. The bear let out a grunt of pain, turning around to face Eleo, but Eleo was already on the move, his enhanced speed allowing him to stay one step ahead.

He darted around Agharna, landing blow after blow with his ink-infused right side, each hit faster and stronger than the last. Eleo could feel the power surging through him, his movements sharper, more precise. His punches cracked like thunder against Agharna’s body, and for the first time, the bear was showing signs of strain.

But Agharna wasn’t going down that easily.

With a roar, Agharna swung his massive arm, catching Eleo mid-attack. The blow sent Eleo flying across the room, crashing into the wall with a sickening thud. Eleo groaned, pulling himself to his feet, his ink reserves depleting rapidly. His left side was starting to weaken, his movements slowing down as exhaustion set in.

Agharna cracked his neck, his eyes locking onto Eleo with renewed fury. “You’re stronger than I thought,” he admitted, his voice low and dangerous. “But not strong enough.”

Eleo clenched his fists, breathing heavily. He knew his ink was running low, and if he didn’t finish this soon, he’d be out of options. His left side was already feeling sluggish, weaker. But he couldn’t stop now. He had to keep going.

With one final surge of energy, Eleo charged at Agharna, his right side glowing brighter than ever. He teleported directly in front of the bear, delivering a powerful uppercut to his chin. Agharna’s head snapped back, and for the first time, he staggered.

Taking advantage of the opening, Eleo teleported behind him and slammed both his fists into Agharna’s back, sending him crashing to the ground. Dust and debris filled the air as Agharna struggled to get up, his movements slower now.

Eleo stood over him, breathing hard, his body trembling from the exertion. His ink reserves were almost gone, and he could feel his strength fading. But he wasn’t done yet. Not until Agharna was down for good.

Agharna growled, pushing himself up to his knees. “This isn’t over, boy,” he spat, blood dripping from his mouth. “I’ll crush you—”

Eleo didn’t give him a chance to finish. With the last of his ink-infused strength, he delivered a final, devastating punch to Agharna’s skull, the impact echoing through the room.

Agharna collapsed to the ground, his massive body slamming into the floor. He didn’t move.

Eleo stood there, panting, his body swaying from exhaustion. He glanced down at his right arm, now devoid of ink, and let out a shaky breath.

Agharna groaned slightly as he rose from the ground, dusting off his fur with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Nice job, boy. You actually managed to damage me,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. He stretched his massive arms, popping his neck. “Now, let me take this seriously.”

Before Eleo could even process the threat, Agharna teleported in front of him with lightning speed. Eleo’s eyes widened, panic surging through him. “Ah shi—” The words barely left his mouth before Agharna grabbed him and slammed him into the ground with monstrous force. The impact was so strong that Eleo crashed through the floor, plummeting into the level below—floor 4—debris raining down around him.

Dust filled the air, and Eleo struggled to catch his breath as he pushed himself up from the wreckage. His body throbbed with pain, but there was no time to recover. Above him, Agharna’s massive shadow loomed. With a roar, Agharna belly-flopped through the hole, aiming to crush Eleo beneath his weight.

“Dammit!” Eleo cursed, quickly rolling out of the way just as Agharna’s body crashed down with a resounding boom. The force sent cracks splintering through the floor, the room shaking as if an earthquake had hit. Eleo barely had time to recover as he scrambled to his feet, his mind racing.

*I need to create some space. Can’t take another hit like that.*

Without hesitation, Eleo raised his arms and unleashed **Ink Barrage**. A series of dark, inky projectiles shot out from his hands in rapid succession, spreading across the room in a wide arc. The ink balls splattered across the battlefield like bullets, each one leaving thick, oily streaks as they flew toward Agharna.

The sheer volume of the attack was overwhelming. The barrage wasn’t as powerful as his focused blasts, but it wasn’t meant to be. This was all about creating chaos—keeping Agharna off balance and limiting his ability to counter.

Agharna growled, realizing the danger of being caught in the barrage. His massive arms came up, blocking the majority of the projectiles, but some slipped through, splattering against his fur. The ink coated him, and though it didn’t seem to do much damage, it frustrated him. The relentless barrage made it hard for him to close the distance without getting hit.

“Trying to overwhelm me with numbers, huh?” Agharna said, gritting his teeth. He planted his feet and batted away the remaining projectiles with brute force. “Not a bad tactic, but it won’t be enough!”

Eleo gritted his teeth, watching as Agharna absorbed the barrage without much issue. He had to think fast. *This isn’t working. He’s too strong. I need to slow him down.*

But Agharna wasn’t waiting. With a sudden burst of speed, the giant bear charged through the last of the ink barrage, closing the gap in the blink of an eye. His arm shot forward, aiming to grab Eleo by the throat.

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“Too slow!” Agharna snarled, his paw almost reaching Eleo’s neck.

Eleo teleported just in time, narrowly avoiding the grab. He reappeared several feet behind Agharna, his mind racing. *I need to stay ahead of him. Keep moving, keep attacking.*

Agharna turned, eyes narrowed. “Running away again? Pathetic.”

Ignoring the taunt, Eleo quickly moved into his next plan. He gathered more ink into his right hand, the inky substance swirling and coalescing around his arm. The ink thickened, and Eleo’s muscles tensed as he prepared his next move.

Agharna charged again, but this time Eleo was ready. With a shout, he slammed his ink-coated fist into the ground, sending a wave of ink cascading across the floor like a tidal wave. The inky liquid spread rapidly, covering the ground beneath Agharna’s feet.

“What the hell—” Agharna’s footing faltered as the ink made the ground slick, his heavy form slipping slightly as he tried to maintain balance.

Eleo smirked, taking advantage of the opening. He teleported again, this time above Agharna, and launched a powerful kick to the back of the bear’s head. The force of the kick, combined with the slick ground, sent Agharna staggering forward, his claws scraping against the ink-covered floor as he tried to stay upright.

Agharna roared in frustration, his eyes burning with fury. “You think tricks like this will save you?!” He regained his balance, wiping some ink from his fur. “I’ll tear you apart!”

“Maybe,” Eleo muttered under his breath, his heart pounding. “But you’ll have to catch me first.”

Agharna’s eyes flared with anger, and he bellowed, charging forward again. This time, Eleo didn’t run. He stood his ground, focusing the ink in his body once more, directing it all into his right arm and leg. His muscles pulsed with power, and the ink-infused energy surged through him.

*I can’t keep running forever. This has to count.*

As Agharna closed in, Eleo teleported at the last second, reappearing to the side and delivering a powerful ink-infused punch to Agharna’s ribs. The blow was harder than anything Eleo had thrown before, the inky energy amplifying the impact. Agharna grunted, the wind knocked out of him momentarily.

But before Eleo could follow up, Agharna twisted with surprising agility for his size, swiping at Eleo with his massive claw. Eleo barely dodged, the claws grazing his side, tearing his shirt and leaving a shallow cut.

“Damn,” Eleo hissed, clutching his side. *I can’t take too many more hits like that.*

Agharna chuckled darkly. “You’ve gotten stronger, I’ll give you that. But you’re still just a little fish in a big ocean, boy.”

Eleo gritted his teeth, refusing to be intimidated. “Maybe,” he shot back, his voice steady despite the pain. “But even little fish can be dangerous when they’re cornered.”

Agharna’s smile faded slightly, his expression growing more serious. “You’re starting to annoy me, boy. Let’s finish this.”

With a snarl, Agharna raised both arms high, bringing them down in a devastating overhead smash aimed straight at Eleo’s head. The sheer power behind the blow was enough to crack the ground beneath them.

But Eleo wasn’t there.

In a flash, Eleo teleported behind Agharna once more, his ink-infused right leg swinging up in a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at the back of Agharna’s skull. The kick connected, and for the first time, Agharna stumbled, his knees buckling under the force.

Eleo didn’t stop. He pressed the advantage, teleporting again and again, delivering rapid, ink-infused strikes to Agharna’s sides, ribs, and back. Each blow landed with precision, and though Agharna tried to counter, Eleo’s speed and unpredictability kept him one step ahead.

Finally, with one last burst of ink-fueled strength, Eleo jumped high into the air, his right leg glowing with concentrated ink. He brought it down in a powerful axe kick aimed at Agharna’s head.

The kick landed with a thunderous impact, and Agharna’s massive form crumpled to the ground, the bear groaning in pain.

Eleo landed, breathing heavily, his body trembling with exhaustion. His ink reserves were nearly depleted, and his left side was starting to go numb from overexertion. But he wasn’t done yet. Not until Agharna stayed down.

Agharna slowly pushed himself up, shaking his head. He was battered,

bruised, and covered in ink, but his eyes still burned with defiance. “You… you’ve gotten stronger…” he muttered, coughing slightly. “But I’m not done yet…”

Eleo clenched his fists, his determination unwavering. “Neither am I.”

Agharna, still towering over Eleo, rose from the ground, wiping the ink splattered across his body. His eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, boy?” he muttered, his voice darker now. "But your tricks won’t save you.”

Eleo wiped the sweat from his brow, breathing heavily but refusing to back down. His body was aching, his muscles screaming for rest, but the fight was far from over. He knew that. If I let up even for a second, I’m done for.

Agharna cracked his knuckles, his grin returning. “Let’s see how long you can last.” Without warning, he lunged forward, faster than a beast of his size should be able to move. His massive hands reached out, aiming to grapple Eleo into a devastating hold.

Eleo barely dodged the grab, teleporting out of reach at the last second, reappearing several feet away. He had to keep moving, stay out of range. He’s too strong to take head-on, he thought, quickly forming a plan. His right arm pulsed with ink, and with a flick of his wrist, the liquid began to take shape.

Ink Hammer.

A massive ink hammer materialized in Eleo’s hands, its weightless feel deceptive compared to its destructive force. Without hesitation, Eleo charged forward, swinging the hammer toward Agharna’s side with all his might.

Agharna raised his arm to block, but the force of the blow sent him sliding back, his feet digging into the ground as cracks splintered beneath them. The ink splashed across his arm, but he remained unfazed.

“Not bad, kid,” Agharna growled. “But it’s gonna take a lot more than that to bring me down.”

He roared, rushing forward again, this time with his massive arms raised. He slammed both fists into the ground in front of Eleo, sending shockwaves through the floor that caused Eleo to stumble. Before Eleo could regain his footing, Agharna was on him, his hands wrapping around Eleo’s midsection in a crushing bear hug.

“Let’s see you wiggle out of this!” Agharna bellowed as he lifted Eleo off the ground, squeezing tightly.

Eleo grunted in pain, the pressure from Agharna’s grip making it hard to breathe. He struggled, trying to break free, but Agharna’s strength was overwhelming. Damn it… I need to… His eyes flicked to his right arm, still coated in ink. With a sharp breath, he summoned his remaining energy.

“Ink First!” Eleo shouted, slamming his ink-infused right arm down into Agharna’s back. The impact sent a powerful shockwave through Agharna’s body, forcing him to loosen his grip.

Agharna winced, releasing Eleo, who quickly teleported a few feet away, gasping for breath. His right arm pulsed with energy, but his body was tiring fast. He knew he couldn’t afford many more direct confrontations like that.

“Not bad, Eleo,” Agharna said, rubbing his back where the blow had landed. “But that’s the last time you’re slipping through my fingers.”

Agharna’s muscles tensed, and before Eleo could react, the massive bear leapt into the air, bringing both fists down in a vicious overhead slam aimed right at Eleo’s head. The force of the attack was enough to create a small crater in the floor, sending chunks of debris flying in every direction.

Eleo narrowly dodged the blow, teleporting behind Agharna in the nick of time. He raised his arm, and the ink on his right hand began to reshape itself again.

Ink Cannon.

A concentrated mass of ink formed at his palm, growing larger and larger until it was nearly the size of his torso. With a grunt of effort, Eleo fired the ink cannonball at point-blank range. The massive ink blast shot forward with tremendous force, slamming into Agharna’s back.

The explosion sent Agharna flying forward, crashing through a wall and leaving a trail of ink in his wake. The impact created a splash that coated the battlefield, making the ground even slicker.

Eleo didn’t let up. He knew Agharna wasn’t done yet. “I’ve got to stay on him,” Eleo muttered to himself, already preparing his next move. His body was running on fumes, but he couldn’t afford to slow down. With a wave of his hand, ink tendrils shot out from his arm, snaking across the battlefield toward Agharna.

The tendrils wrapped around Agharna’s limbs, binding him in place as he struggled to get up from the rubble. Agharna growled, pulling against the tendrils with all his might. “You really think these can hold me?” he roared, flexing his muscles as the ink tendrils began to strain.

Eleo grimaced, knowing he didn’t have much time. He summoned the ink back into his right arm, reshaping it into another construct.

Ink Drill.

The ink coiled and spun, forming a massive, spiraling drill around his arm. Eleo charged forward, aiming to drive the drill into Agharna’s chest and end the fight.

But Agharna wasn’t done yet. With a deafening roar, he flexed his muscles, snapping the ink tendrils that bound him. “Enough!” he shouted, his eyes blazing with fury. He reached out and grabbed Eleo’s arm just as the drill was about to make contact, stopping it in its tracks.

Eleo’s eyes widened in shock. “What the—”

Agharna grinned, his grip tightening around Eleo’s arm. “Nice try, kid.” With a swift motion, Agharna slammed Eleo into the ground, creating another crater. The ink drill dissipated, and Eleo groaned in pain, his vision blurring from the impact.

Agharna didn’t let up. He grabbed Eleo by the leg, swinging him around like a ragdoll before slamming him into a nearby pillar. The stone cracked under the force, and Eleo’s body went limp for a moment before he forced himself to stand, blood dripping from his forehead.

I can’t… I can’t take much more of this… Eleo thought, his breath ragged. But he wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet. He wiped the blood from his brow and glared at Agharna, summoning the last of his ink reserves.

“Still standing?!” Agharna laughed. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But this is where it ends.”

Eleo raised his arm, and the ink began to form around him again, but this time it was different. It wasn’t just his arm. The ink covered his entire body, forming a thick, armored shell.

Ink Armament.

Eleo’s right hand shifted into a massive ink sword, the blade gleaming with dark energy. His body moved with newfound speed and power as he charged at Agharna one final time.

Agharna’s eyes narrowed. He braced himself, ready for the final clash. “Bring it on!”

The two clashed in a flurry of blows, Eleo’s ink sword meeting Agharna’s fists in a brutal exchange of strength and speed. Each strike was met with equal force, the ground shaking beneath them as they fought.

Eleo’s body screamed in pain, but he pushed through it, knowing this was his last chance. With a final burst of energy, he swung the ink sword down in a powerful arc, aiming for Agharna’s head.

Agharna roared, catching the blade with both hands, his muscles bulging as he held it in place. “Too slow!” he shouted, twisting the sword out of Eleo’s grasp and throwing him to the ground.

Eleo hit the ground hard, his ink armor shattering around him. He lay there, gasping for breath, his body completely spent.

Agharna stood over him, breathing heavily but victorious. “You put up one hell of a fight, kid,” he said, his voice filled with respect. “But in the end… strength always wins.”

Eleo groaned, barely able to move, but he managed a weak smile. “Maybe… but you’re covered in ink.”

Agharna looked down, realizing too late that his entire body was coated in ink. “What—”

Before he could react, the ink detonated, engulfing him in a massive explosion.

When the smoke cleared, Agharna was still standing, but barely. His body was battered and bruised, his fur singed from the blast. He stumbled back, struggling to stay on his feet.

Agharna, still battered and covered in ink residue, slowly rose to his feet, shaking off the damage with a low growl. His eyes, sharp and focused, gleamed dangerously as the thin line above them pulsed with an eerie light. The moment Eleo tried to rush him again, Agharna’s expression shifted—calm, almost calculating.

With a quick motion, Eleo launched himself forward, determined to land the decisive blow. His ink-coated right arm crackled with energy, forming another **Ink Hammer** to smash through Agharna’s defenses. But as he approached, Agharna’s eyes flickered, the thin, curved line above his eyes glowing brighter.

Time seemed to slow for Agharna as the future unfolded before him. In the next five seconds, he saw every move Eleo would make. The downward strike of the hammer, the angle of Eleo’s body, and the exact spot where the blow would land—it was all laid out before him like a premonition.

“Too slow,” Agharna muttered, his voice laced with a dangerous calm.

Just as Eleo swung the hammer down with all his might, Agharna effortlessly sidestepped, avoiding the blow entirely. The ink hammer crashed into the ground, splintering the floor, but Agharna was already a step ahead, his massive frame moving with surprising agility.

Eleo’s eyes widened in shock as his attack hit nothing but air. *What the hell?* He didn’t even see Agharna move.

“Nice try, but you can’t hit what you can’t predict,” Agharna said with a smirk, his voice filled with a cold confidence. “I can see every move you’re about to make… five seconds ahead of you.”

Eleo gritted his teeth, frustration boiling up inside him. He quickly spun around, forming another **Ink Drill** on his right arm, aiming to catch Agharna off-guard with a rapid thrust. The drill spun with deadly precision, designed to pierce through even the toughest defenses.

But once again, Agharna’s eyes flashed, and he saw the future unfolding—Eleo’s strike, the trajectory, the precise moment it would land. With minimal effort, he leaned to the side, narrowly dodging the ink drill as it tore through the air.

“Too predictable,” Agharna taunted, his voice mocking. He wasn’t just dodging—he was toying with Eleo, reading every move like a book.

Eleo cursed under his breath. *He’s reading me… how is he doing this?* His mind raced as he tried to figure out a way to break through Agharna’s future sight. Every attack was being dodged effortlessly, and he couldn’t keep wasting energy like this.

“You’re fast, Eleo,” Agharna said, taking a step forward, “but speed alone won’t save you. Not when I already know what’s coming.”

Eleo’s breathing grew heavier, but he wasn’t ready to give up. If Agharna could see five seconds into the future, then he’d have to get more unpredictable. His mind raced as he thought of his next move. *I need to out-think him… make him see what I want him to see.*

Without warning, Eleo leaped backward, creating distance between them. His right arm pulsed with energy as he formed another **Ink Barrage**, this time unleashing the projectiles not in a wide spread, but in random, unpredictable directions. Ink shots rained down from every angle, each one veering off in chaotic patterns.

Agharna’s eyes glowed again, reading the future. He could see the ink projectiles coming, their scattered paths, but something was different this time. They were erratic, unpredictable even with his future sight. He dodged left, ducked, spun—but there were too many to avoid all at once. One ink shot clipped his arm, another grazed his leg.

*He’s getting closer…* Eleo thought, seeing the small hits land. *Just keep pushing.*

Agharna growled in annoyance, swatting away the incoming projectiles as best he could. “You’re still just delaying the inevitable,” he barked, though his voice betrayed a hint of frustration. His future sight could only take him so far when the attacks became more chaotic.

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Eleo dashed forward again, this time forming **Ink Tendrils** that shot out from his right arm. The tendrils whipped out toward Agharna, not to strike, but to bind him in place. They coiled around his limbs like snakes, tightening with every second.

“I’ve got you!” Eleo yelled, hoping to trap him for good.

But Agharna grinned, unfazed. “Do you really?”

With a quick burst of strength, Agharna flexed his muscles, snapping the tendrils apart with ease. “I can see your desperation, Eleo. It’s in your every move.”

Before Eleo could react, Agharna lunged forward, closing the gap between them in an instant. He grabbed Eleo by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand. “Let me show you what real strength looks like.”

Agharna slammed Eleo into the ground with a brutal *chokeslam*, the impact shaking the floor beneath them. Eleo gasped, the wind knocked out of him as pain shot through his body.

“You can try all the tricks you want,” Agharna said, standing over him. “But in the end, power is all that matters.”

Eleo coughed, his vision blurry. *I can’t… I won’t let it end like this…* Summoning the last of his strength, Eleo’s right arm began to glow with a dark, swirling energy.

**Ink First: Crush.**

With a final burst of willpower, Eleo brought his ink-infused arm down in a crushing motion, generating a massive shockwave that shattered the ground around them. The force of the blow knocked Agharna back, sending him stumbling as the ink coated his body.

The two fighters stood there, panting, battered, and bruised. Eleo struggled to stay on his feet, his body barely holding together. But Agharna, despite the damage, remained standing tall, his eyes glowing with that same eerie light.

“You’ve got spirit, Eleo,” Agharna said, wiping blood from his mouth. “But this is where it ends.”

Eleo clenched his fists, refusing to back down. "Maybe... but I’m not done yet."

The battle was far from over.