[Be it just honesty or pure arrogance, there was a confidence in Velvet saying such things so freely, Takame found. Especially to an unknown opponent while she seemed more eager to be literally anywhere else. He committed it to memory as he sized her up, eyeing her bandaged arm and considering what to expect behind it.]

Someone who would cry upon being defeated isn't suited to step foot on a battlefield. I assure you, I am not that weak.

[Of course, he isn't lacking in confidence himself as he drew his blade and readied himself. He wasn't about to hold back either.]

... Nor do intend to lose.