It was pouring hard on the Crucible.
Nature had no say to the Crucible but this rain was due to an Ego. Nature had nothing to do with it. That's why it didn't stop.
All the blood on Pablo's Colt and all the blood on Malvador's Gemini was wiped clean and it seemed Malvador didn't like that.
He told Pablo that the rain was caused by Pablo's team and since they were responsible for the cleansing of Gemini, he believed they should dirty it again.
And Pablo knew what Malvador meant by dirty.
"If you wish to dirty your sword, your grace." Pablo raised Colt. "Then I shall want the same from my sword too."
"Why should I concern myself with your wants from your sword?" Malvador asked.
"Then don't concern yourself. I was simply stating that I want my sword dirty too if you want it."
"I will definitely get my sword dirty. Do whatever the fuck you want. I won't fight you yet. I don't need a crowd around me. It makes me vomit."
