The sound of the pats echoed inside his helmet as Mortum chucked to himself, thinking about how nice it was to have an enemy so easy to hate. It always made the fight that much easier.
"You know, you were right about one thing, I did rush in when I shouldn't have. But fucking imbecile?" He tutted, "Language, after all you never know when your kid, I'm sorry, apprentice is around." He let the words hang in the air for a second. "You two aren't exactly inconspicuous, remember that. Now if we're done with this shit flinging competition, we have work to do."