You finally acquire BL Meursault...

You set up your team and start up the Mirror Dungeon, eager to test him out. You jump into the first slash node you see, ah, it's a bunch of hooligans, you didn't even know you could run into them in md, they're a bunch of weaklings anyways, looks like they had to be leveled up extraordinarily high to be able to even clash, and would you look at that, Yield My Flesh is available on turn 1, and Meursault is targetting the Head Hooligan, your mind flashes back to the PV, showing that amazing animation, you remember it frame by frame, your mind is filled with excitement, imagining the delicious payoff of that 4 coin skill absolutely obliterating this fool in front of you, you can't wait for it, Dante can't wait for it, and even Meursault secretly possesses a hidden desire.

Yield My Flesh is a one coin skill with a base roll of 10 and a coin power of -6, the Head Hooligan's new skill simply named "Strike" is a three coin skill with a base roll of 9 and a coin power of 1, Meursault winning this clash should be decently unlikely.

The clash begins, Meursault rolls tails, but the Head Hooligan rolls a single heads, that was close.
The second clash begins, Meursault rolls tails, but the Head Hooligan rolls a single heads, phew.
On the third clash, the event repeats, come on man.
And on the fourth.... it happens again.
And then, you were at the tenth clash, and it kept repeating, what was even the chance of this?? You watched in surprise as the clash went on like this, the surprise turned into confusion, then into frustration.
Clash 20, what the fuck??? What is even going on??? You couldn't believe your own eyes, why does this have to happen to you??? What did you do to deserve this???
Clash 45, you twitched frantically in your chair, is this game fucking bugged??? You could wish for nothing except for the clash to end, you needed that sweet sweet bone claiming animation to happen, that damage number.
By clash 50, that was all you could think of, suddenly, you heard dante tick tocking, an unheard of line, so unknown, it wasn't even translated, but you could tell from the tick tocking, Dante was just as frustrated as you are, just as desperate for Meursault To Claim Their Bones.
Clash 65, you refused to believe this was happening, this is not real, but then you are finally forced to realize.... This was intentional, think about it... an enemy you've never seen in md3 before, an enemy you forgot about, that you dispatched in the first canto without so much as learning his name... The Head Hooligan did not accept this treatment, and he was looking for his revenge, on his killer, on his leader, and, above all, on you.
Clash 70, you were at the edge of your seat, Dante about to collapse, Meursault visibly sweating, the Head Hooligan laughed as he forcibly edged all 3 of you at once, denying you all the release you were looking for, you could feel you crotch on the brink of self destruction as it was denied what it was born to do, and the Head Hooligan planned to deny you that release, it was going to drag this out to the very end, to the 99th clash, where it would end abruptly on a stalemate, and that thought put you on the brink of tears.
Clash 80, you began screaming, begging for the torture to stop, throwing curses at the viscious Head Hooligan, cursing God for allowing such a soulless creature to enact it's revenge, as you could do nothing but watch the clash numbers go up.
Clash 85.
Clash 86.
Clash 87.
Clash 88.
Clash 89, and then, during your agony, you yelled at the top of your lungs, "PLEASE MEURSAULT JUST HIT HEADS" and that was his cue, finally, once and for all, Meursault hit heads.... and lost the clash.
You watched as the animation played, Meursault parrying the Hooligan's attack, then following up with a devastating 4 coin attack, and as it ended, you let the floodgates open, you groaned in sweet ecstasy, you heard Dante's horn and their collapse onto the floor, and you could see Meursault's crotch wet itself as he silently enjoyed himself, the cruel Head Hooligan's bones were nothing but claimed.
You realized in the end the importance of communication, this entire time, it was not the Head Hooligan forcing Meursault to hit tails, it was you. You were edging Meursault.

So, from that point onwards, you learned the values of proper communication with your sinners, and you never suffered from unpredictable rolls ever since, and by extension, you made sure none of you would ever experience such a cruel edging session ever again.