[Hm.

Casting his eyes over the room, its scooted furniture, strewn cushions, and broken tables, Asch flicks the table leg off into the middle of it. Its job here was clearly done.]

I don't know what counts as a "loss" in your addled world's view, but I'm starting to think that killing you would be something they'd twist into the ultimate "win". [He scoffs in disgust.] Pathetic.

Get up. We're done here, you naive little fool.