''You should thank the gods for my mercy'' (alt.angle 2) (Patreon)

After a tough fight against Sophitia, Cervantes Lies on the ground, his Armor and vests broken by the powerful strikes of the Young Woman.
As he lifts his head, he sees his sword a few steps Away, then he immediately starts crawling towards it, using the remaining strengh of his Arms. Suddently he see a shadow of a person approaching him as he hears footsteps by his side, Only to see Sophitia’s legs towering above him a second later as she stands in front of him, blocking his way to his sword.

-sophitia: Why would you try fighting against me again, after being defeated so easily?

-Cervantes: Grr I’m gonna...Gah!

His sentence is interrupted When Sophitia Heavily steps on his head, pressing his face Against the the hot sand of the desert.

-Sophitia: You’re gonna...what? You can’t even stand anymore. You are Lucky you’re still breathing.
-Cervantes: You arrogant piece of... Gah!

And again he is interrupted by Sophitia’s boot, this time pressing his head down harder and sinking his face deeper in sand, crushing his pride under her boots along with his head.

-Sophitia: In fact, you should thank the gods for my mercy.