"Hahaha," Lars chuckled, clenching his teeth so hard his gums began bleeding and tightening his fists until his knuckles had gone white while his eyes twitched as he stared at Ikaris. "You will win?" He asked her, mocking her declaration. "You chose to fight me on your own when offered assistance from the only being possibly strong enough to defeat me; how foolish, how naive!" The man continued laughing while the phantasm surrounding his body continued growing and raging until it had covered the whole area from every angle pushing Ikaris who had her hands at her face shielding her eyes as she slowly slid away from him.
"You continue to trample on my pride and tread carelessly, but no more, I will not tolerate this level of insolence any longer, I will destroy you, Ikaris, I will drive you to ruin and-"
