Unsurprisingly, twisting his arm a bit harder makes Strange yelp in pain again. When she releases his arm, he gives her an affronted look as he rubs at the area that she had grabbed. Still, he's at least listening to her lecture.

"I have fought in a war before," Strange snipes, still trying to cling onto a shred of his pride and his arrogance. It's fairly obvious that Shura's bested him, though, so after that one attempt at reclaiming his dignity, he relents. "Of course, most of that was ranged fighting. Now that I have this magic, I'll have to rethink my close quarters strategy."

This is the closest he'll get to actually admitting that Shura's right and she thoroughly kicked his ass.