Haunted Wood thousand voices dead at my feet

He nodded at her initial point in agreement. Her notion that it could have been a test piqued his interest. Hmm… That seems likely. Well, I won't let some shit-for-brains best me, that's for certain. He said it aloud for himself as well as Hela, for worry still ate at his insides. This man didn't just want a spar, he wanted him six feet under. Knowing this, Black Hat began to scheme. He should strike preemptively, put him out of commission...

Blinking, he returned his gaze back to Hela. He'd flesh out a plan later. What do you say to a spar after you're done patrolling? I'd like to see how you've improved, He offered, changing topics.