"Then there is no further need for words," said the Collector as it clicked its mandibles and steadied its stance, its raging heart beat breaking the monotony of the howling winds. "We both engage in battle to the extents of our limited capacities."
"Yes," said the fighter simply. He looked down from atop the thin peak of the mountain at the Collector with calm expression.
The Collector resumed the fight, its neural processing systems now having nearly fully recovered, allowing its reflexes to operate back at a threshold of 93%, enough for it to feel comfortable engaging in further combat.
One observation that the Collector had made was that the fighter did not have proper airborne capabilities. He possessed the ability to 'walk' on air by creating momentary platforms of magical energy on his feet, but aside from these, he had no way to independently project force to propel himself through the air in a wieldy manner.