He grits his teeth, eyes flashing dangerously as he glares at Diablo. "You talk pretty big for someone who just got their ass handed to them!" he sneers.

He hesitates for a moment, glancing down at his hands as if debating with himself. "Fine," he finally says through gritted teeth. "But you're going to regret this." With that, he slowly lowers his arms and takes a step back, the darkness around him dissipating like smoke in the wind.

"There," he grinds out between clenched teeth. "Happy?"