The Mantis victory reignited the Matsu's fury; a seething rage that filled his body to the full and that required all his restrain to keep in check. He turned to the Ide calmly "If you can excuse me for a minute Ide-san"
He paced towards the competitors, his face a portrait of calm marred by two eyes where a cold rage brewed. "The founder of the Mantis Clan, Kaimetsu-Uo, had the blood of my family coursing through his veins through his mother. Many were the Matsu that joined him in his self-imposed exile in order to lay the foundations for your clan." he spoke in a cold polite tone "Now I can clearly see that if any of that Matsu blood remained, it has diluted away in a sea of wretchedness and vileness."
"You are an example of your Clan. An opportunistic wretch with the stubbornness, and finesse, of a plow ox." he continued in the same tone, his eyes never leaving the Mantis "I gave you more than enough chances to retreat and wait for you time but you met each of them with an attitude that I can not place in either your lack of grace, sheer stupidity or trying to aggravate me."
He took a deep breath "You disgust me."
"I am Matsu Nintoku, son of Matsu Keika and Matsu Kanmu, kuge of the Matsu family and descendant of Lady Matsu through her daughter Matsu Kiriko." he proclaimed "I could sit here and tell you my whole lineage but to do so would be to waste my time with one as base as you."
"You wish to fight? Very well. You will fight me. A true son of Matsu." he issued his challenge "The Matsu have a tradition of wrestling and barehanded fighting that would fit this setting perfectly. I will wait until you heal or until you recover your breath. It doesn't matter. You have already lost."