"Aw! No arm ripping and stomach impalement?!" Bedlam teleported himself straight to Dale's side, smiling down at the man in a friendly manner. He stretched out a hand to him. "Come on, I'm not striking a man that's laying down. Honestly, I didn't even join this thing to win....Somewhere along the way I must've lost myself and got too competitive." He chuckled weakly, his eyes turning a bright blue rather than his old red. "I don't regret entering though, the experience has been rather educational. Also, I wouldn't have met such interesting people...even if they were trying to kill me."

With a groan, Dale took Bedlam's hand to raise himself up, the axe falling to the ground. Letting go, he spread his arms out. "I'm getting older by the second, here pal."

"Yeah yeah..." Bedlam sighed, forming the Infinity Sword in his hands. In a few fluid motions, he slashed through Dale's neck and then turned around, stabbing the sword backwards into the man's chest before pulling it out with a twirl. "I wonder how Grant would've reacted to me winning..."