Idun: Wh- what is this?
Soushi: That, Festum, is pain! Do you want to know the name of the tactic I showed you? It's the War of Attrition! The tactic of enduring pain!
"I feel like a hamster on a wheel. Doesn't matter how much energy I put out, I still don't get anywhere."
—Goku during his fight with Kid Buu, Dragon Ball Z
"You might fight your way through one or two or even ten of me duplicates, Flash, but there's no way out of me mirror maze. And eventually, we'll wear you down."
—Mirror Master, Batman: The Brave and the Bold
"We were all just as brave. Neither of the sides had the strength to be braver. But we... We managed to be brave for a minute longer."
—Julia Abatemarco, about Battle of Brenna, Lady of the Lake
"You have the watches. But we have the time."
— Taliban Commander to Canadian General Rick Hillier.
For three minutes, everything either fighter did resulted in a hard part of Mark Kerr getting smashed into Fujita's medically impossible head. It looked like an industrial training video on how to turn a human into soup using just one naked man. If I was Fujita's family, I would have already been ordering a box of gorilla-sized diapers and flash cards so he could relearn all our names. But this face-suicide was all part of Fujita's plan. After five minutes of savage anaerobic assault, Mark Kerr's brain and body agreed that it was time to give up.
[...]
I swear Fujita mailed Ken Shamrock a list of every move he was going to do and Ken got together with Jean-Claude Van Damme to plan the most destructive and beautiful ways to counter them. Jean-Claude maybe did a little consulting on Fujita's side too, since the only move that Fujita landed in the entire fight was a crotch attack. This showdown continued for six minutes: Ken Shamrock's extensive martial arts training vs. a mixup in Fujita's head DNA. But Shamrock was no match for F.S.S. Something strange happened. Ken beat this man so hard that he, no bullshit, started having heart palpitations and his corner threw in the towel. Seriously: Fujita took a beating so severe that the man doing it had a goddamn heart attack.
[...]
After taking an eight-minute beating that mocked mankind's entire understanding of physics and medicine, Fujita started throwing his own punches. Drunken, woman-like punches. But when you're James Thompson and you recently spent eight minutes heaving 550 pounds of violent meat around a ring, you'll take any excuse you can get for a nap. By this point of the fight, Fujita could have screamed boo and knocked him out.
Siamese fighting fish, fascinating creatures. Brave but of the whole, stupid. Yes they're stupid. Except for the occasional one such as we have here, who lets the other two fight. While he waits. Waits until the survivor is so exhausted that he cannot defend himself, and then like SPECTRE... he strikes!
—Ernst Stavro Blofeld/SPECTRE Number One, From Russia with Love
