Like it even mattered at this point, Mondo thought as he maintained his oral grip on the thick meat, tough and overcooked as it was, which was pretty advantageous. The spices burned his tongue but he persevered- in fact, it only made him more determined to end this. He reeled back his head with all his might and blinked away the sauces from his teary eyes with limited success so he could see his opponent better. He yanked at the meat and...

splattered a drop of sauce onto Ishimaru's pristine uniform, defiling it.