Blackwater Islands You’ve got your powdered lies

The boy's eyes resembled its own snarl, far before the time when the sound itself could be revealed. It never did, much to the hound's surprise. 

This was a game alright; though, it wasn't quite the type Arashi had surmised. 

There is only a laugh, replacing the opportunity for the boy to lash out against the harshly presented speech. A crude sound — a shrill echo that threatens to burst his eardrums. If it weren't for their current circumstances, he may have even been tempted to challenge a rematch, regardless of the fact he had been the triumphant.

You laugh; yet, I see nothing amusing. You really want to know how to defeat an enemy? Take things more seriously. That spar before was a joke to you.. this conversation is a joke to you.. I am a joke to you. When will you get it through that puny little brain of yours? You continue to gamble your life as if it means nothing. Perhaps if you spent less time trying to drive others as mad as yourself, you may learn to open your eyes and use more sense than your thirst for blood. Lesson number one.