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  âYou sure like to talk for a brat,â He jeers with a sneer clear on his face as the Archer was clearly trying to prove something. The other was only a few years of age younger and history showed one becomes the other. But to have the younger one deny and be disgusted by his older self was infuriating.
  Walking over he growls, âYou are just a brat, a child and I am you. One who is the King of Heroes and you compare me lower than dirt!? Do you wish to back up those words?â
âI would be happy to smash your saint graph and rid myself of having to look at you ever again. However my mongrel of a master would probably fall to tears seeing all their materials and embers wasted on you brought to naught in an instant. So I will show pity just once, revel in the life you continue to live.â
Arms folded Archer was ready any second to unleash his power onto this decrepit version of himself and erase another blemish on the King of Heroes reputation. Even if his words stated otherwise he knew the threat this being posed and was ready to back up his insults.












