"Hmph, amateurs." He notices the Spartans. "Speaking of which..." [i]Hah! Meatheads![/i] I'm with you on that one. [i]Can we kill them? Pleeeeeeeeeaaaase?[/i] Maybe later. But I'm not making any promises. [i]You and your morality.[/i] You and your lack of sanity. [i]Touché.[/i] He walks over to the Spartans and sits on a bench. He takes out his sword, it's neon blue blade coursing with blue electricity. He starts to twirl it in his hands with expert skill and ease.