Bartre & Raven

Level C:

BARTRE:	Ah! You!
RAVEN:	...What?
BARTRE:	That gaze that misses nothing! That gait free of wasted effort! You are strong! And someday, we shall fight!
RAVEN:	What are you talking about?
BARTRE:	Uwaaaaaah! ...Ungf!
RAVEN:	...Hey, are you hurt?
BARTRE:	H-Hey! What's the big idea! Why'd you step aside!? You knew I'd fall!
RAVEN:	I believe I should be the one asking "what's the big idea."
BARTRE:	What need have we of chit-chat! We are men who live by the strength of our arms! Fists, not words! We--We talk with our fists!
RAVEN:	... ...
BARTRE:	If you have not realized this, then you are greener than I thought! Bwah hah hah!
RAVEN:	I...see.
BARTRE:	So--gaaah! Wh-What was that all about, all of a sudden--
RAVEN:	I believe you were the one who rushed me first?
BARTRE:	W-Wait! I dropped my axe when I fell just now, and-- Whaa!?
RAVEN:	Fists, not words, right?
BARTRE:	H-Hey! I know your type... Cool face and heart of fire! Men shouldn't be temper--uwwaoh! W-Wait! Whoaa! I-I said wait! Wait!

Level B:

BARTRE:	Say, aren't you that guy...
RAVEN:	What is it this time?
BARTRE:	No fighting, no fighting! Just relax, there. You're right... words are highly underrated.
RAVEN:	Ah, I see you're coming around.
BARTRE:	That's why I came prepared today so we could, uh, get to know one another!
RAVEN:	Why do you think I would have any interest in getting to know you?
BARTRE:	J-Just look at this, will you? Took me days to write, it did. Look--it's my family tree!
RAVEN:	... ...
BARTRE:	Long, isn't it? About three times your height, I'd say. This person right here, he's the oldest ancestor I've records of.
RAVEN:	... ...
BARTRE:	It was because of him, that the blood of fighters was passed down in my family from generation to generation.
RAVEN:	Your handwriting is abysmal.
BARTRE:	Gack! I...was never good at my letters. Of course, I was kind of writing in a hurry...
RAVEN:	Perhaps you could go rewrite this, so I can read it better, eh?
BARTRE:	Of course!
RAVEN:	Take all the time you need, really.
BARTRE:	Yes! And I've got an idea! Might you teach me handwriting so as I can be sure you'll be able to read it?
RAVEN:	What!?
BARTRE:	Yeah--see, this letter... I have worlds of trouble with this one... Here, I've got some paper... Write me a sample, would you?
RAVEN:	What have I done to deserve this?

Level A:

BARTRE:	Ah! There you are! You're a hard one to find, you know that?
RAVEN:	...Sorry you took the trouble.
BARTRE:	No matter, friend! I knew you would be in good health. It takes a weaker man like you to fall to the forces of evil, yes!
RAVEN:	Friend...did you say?
BARTRE:	Eh? What was that? Ah--look, I brought something! It's my family tree. Just, I had some trouble remembering some parts. If I get a chance to go home, I'll be sure to check and make sure. If, of course, you can wait?
RAVEN:	You are most kind. I'd be very pleased if you went home.
BARTRE:	Right, right, when the time comes! So, we can save the talking for a later day, it seems... Today, I've come to formally challenge you to combat!
RAVEN:	But...there's no need.
BARTRE:	What?
RAVEN:	You said it yourself. We're "friends," right? Friends know each other, they know each other's strength.
BARTRE:	Ah! True! That is true! Forgive me, friend! There is nothing that needs contesting between us, is there?
RAVEN:	Right you are, Bartre. Now, return to your post...friend.
BARTRE:	Yes...yes! ... ...! Eh...?
RAVEN:	What's wrong?
BARTRE:	Um, what's your name?
RAVEN:	... ... ...