Come on you pansy! [hah] [parry thrust] [ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT’s right arm off] None shall pass. Oh, had enough, eh? Yes I have. Chicken! Chicken! Oh, oh, I see, running away then. You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what’s coming to you. I’ll bite your legs off! All right; we’ll call it a draw. Come on then. Have at you! I’m invincible!
Just a flesh wound. [bang] The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on then. [whop] [ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT’s other leg off] None shall pass. ‘Tis but a scratch. Right, I’ll do you for that! Come ‘ere! No, it isn’t. I move for no man. I’ve had worse. Then you shall die.