One of the fortunate things about being Luka was that he could expect what he would find unexpected. Sure enough, bad Luka doesn't expect to be tackled?

But he has a surprise up his own sleeve: When he hits the ground, when Luka lands toppled atop his now-prone form, he bursts into little cubes. Little cubes with the consistency of jello. Every single part of him glorbles apart into a splattered mess of jello cubes.

"You won." Nine contributes, helpfully.

Could that... really be called a victory?