thrust: forward, slashes, darts back, all in almost a single movement and -- CUT TO INIGO, stunned, looking at his arm. It is bleeding. CUT TO THE MAN IN BLACK. And again he thrusts forward, faster even than before, and again he slashes but -- CUT TO INIGO. And there is never a move anyone maxes he doesn't remember, and this time he blocks the slash, slashes out himself with the six-fingered sword and although the MAN IN BLACK manages to retreat out of range of the blow, the tide of battle has changed again with INIGO back in command as they speed across the rock~filled terrain, dodging and lunging and feinting and tricking, their swords in constant contact. CUT TO INIGO'S FEET, moving with the grace and speed of a great improvisational dancer. CUT TO INIGO’S SWORD HAND, as it flicks the great weapon, and the power in his wrist is tremendous. CUT TO THE MIGHTY SIX-FINGERED SWORD, as the light does its best to keep up with it and now, at long last -- CUT TO INIGO'S FACE. And something terrible is written behind his eyes: he has given his all, done everything man can do, tried every style, made every maneuver, but it wasn't enough, and on his face for ail to see is the realization that he, INIGO MONTOYA of Spain, is going to lose. CUT TO The MAN IN BLACK, moving in for the end now, blocking everything, muzzling everything and: