After Cleo crosses swords with Vetti Sforza in a dusty tavern, the duel spills into the streets and continues in the skies. Escape seems hopeless when the Imperial Fleet arrives.
You're too slow! Your ass is mine!
!بطيئة للغاية! سأنال منك
Du Lahmarsch!
Gleich gehörst du mir!
Il est lent !
On va se battre !