Dozens of panels appeared around Follower once he stopped his chaotic run to face Stark, who was always somehow in his way no matter what.
[Do not engage! Do not fight! Only destruction! Only Chaos!]
Follower chuckled, his twisted grin widening as he read the commands.
"I already know, Master," he muttered. "But I am stronger than he is right now, meaning that our fight will create a massive amount of destruction."
"And what if I use Heaven's Spear to destroy your ugly face?" Stark gritted his teeth, so mad that it almost felt like he was about to explode.
"Then I'd thank you, Chosen. You'd do more damage to this city than I ever could." He laughed, the sound sharp and biting.
