“THIS ISN’T A SEX THING” I exasperatedly yell as my leitmotif and that of my mortal enemy are arranged and mixed to play as a single track during our final climatic duel.
“ON MY MOTHER’S NAME, THIS ISN’T A SEX THING” I desperately howl as my nemesis and I pull off a seamless, perfectly coordinated team attack on a greater threat, with no prior training or practice, our skills and habits mingling and mixing perfectly and naturally due to our dozens of duels with each other, leading to immensely intimate familiarity with each other’s martial habits, combat tendencies, and overall skillset.