"Watson, it appears that my actions are not gentlemanly enough; as a man, I can't be considered considerate. You are right; I should go after you and let your brothers go."
Moriarty nodded as if he was serious when he heard Watson's words. His rat claw pushed Zeke and the other two forward before he abruptly retracted them halfway through. He grabbed harder with a grimace.
"Do you think I will say that? Idiot, I am here to take revenge on you, not play games like a duel with you. I am going to kill your brothers in front of you. What can you do about it?"
"Then I can only kill you."
Watson's expression was as heavy as water as he raised his right hand.
"Watson, I know that you've mastered a spell to fuse your enemies; even platinum-tier elites won't be able to escape from you. But are you sure that you are faster than me? If you dare to make a move, I will crush your brothers to their deaths. Do you want to compete with me?"
