Now Cynder takes on Skarlet. Let's do this!

Skarlet: A darkness taints your blood.

Cynder: Blood, soul, mind, where didn't that darkness go?

Skarlet: It will make draining you that much more enjoyable.

Cynder: I thought the transfusion from Spyro cured you!

Skarlet: If anything, it made my hunger worse.

Cynder: I swear, we will find a cure for this sanguine affliction.

Skarlet: You and I were both saved from death by powerful rulers?

Cynder: We weren't saved by anyone. We were both used, Skarlet.

Skarlet: Liar.

Cynder: I'll admit, you're a good fighter.

Skarlet: A testament to the power of blood magic.

Cynder: And there's your one weak point.

Skarlet: I need a warrior's blood.

Cynder: Well you're not getting mine!

Skarlet: You think you have a choice. Adorable.

Cynder: You experienced Shao Kahn's abysmal leadership first hand.

Skarlet: For saving me from the streets, I owe him everything.

Cynder: For letting people rot like that to begin with, you owe him nothing.

Skarlet: Terror of the Skies.

Cynder: Sanguinare.

Skarlet: Prepare to be drained.

Cynder: Why serve the man responsible for Outworld's poverty?

Skarlet: He elevated me from it.

Cynder: At the cost of your soul.

Skarlet: Your lineage is a sangreal, I can smell it.

Cynder: Come again?

Skarlet: You have royal blood, dragon.

Cynder: Your loyalty to Shao Kahn is misplaced.

Skarlet: I will kill you to prove it, dragon.

Cynder: At the first sign of conflict, he'll abandon you. Trust me.

And that wraps up Skarlet! I bet nobody can pick up on the subtle literary allusion in this chapter. If you think you've got it, let me know. I'm honestly curious to see who can find it. Anyways, our cultural tour of Outworld is coming to a close, as only two kombatants remain. So which one makes themselves known next? Tune in next time to find out! Same time... Same channel!