"What happened to all that confidence from before!? Huh!? Don't tell me you're too shocked to respond. What did you expect when kicking an unknown hornet next?" Nero mocks, his voice coming out in a garbled high pitch static.
"Who are you!? You're not that snot nosed kid from before!" Butcher demands, his ragged bloody hair sticking to his scalp. His eyes tremble and shake under confusion.
"You're right, I'm not. I'm your worst nightmare. See, I'm not just a feral animal like Blake. I'm something more than that, I'm a fighter at my core. To me you're just another small fry." Nero explains holding each of his hands at either side of him crackling lightning in the center of his palms.
"I don't know who you are, or where the hell you get off talking down to me when I've been wiping the floor with your crazy ass since the start." Butcher argues, emphatically extending his hand out. Gripping the hilt of his cleaver enough to make his fingers bleed.
