As the two challengers stepped onto the battlefield, Frisk confidently gripped their knife while Sans lazily leaned against a tree. "So, you're the one who's been causing all this chaos," Sans yawned. "I gotta admit, you've got some skill." Frisk merely smirked, their determination fueling their every move. Sans shrugged and summoned his gaster blaster, ready to attack. The two clashed in a flurry of slashes and blasts, both of them dodging every attack thrown their way. Frisk's speed was unmatched, but Sans' high IQ allowed him to predict every move. In the end, it was Frisk who emerged victorious. Their mastery of dodging techniques combined with their determination proved too much for Sans to handle. "Why?" Sans asked, panting. "Why did you win?" Frisk grinned. "It's simple. I never give up." Sans merely nodded, impressed by their opponent's tenacity. "Guess I'll have to try harder next time," he said, before teleporting away. Frisk sheathed their knife and smiled, knowing that their determination had paid off once again.