Hypnos was standing a good few feet away from his arch nemesis, Prometheus, looking absolutely stunned.

And Prometheus was shocked, his eyes widening under the pig skull he uses as a mask.

"Go on then." Hypnos urged him, a kind smile plastered on his lips, even tought no one could see it under the gas mask. "I'll listen." The people around them started mumbling, complaining.

"I- Aren't we supposed to fight now?" Prometheus asked, his blue long cape shifted as he stapped from one legg to another, he swiched his hold on the twin blades he used in fights.

"Are we?" Hypnos asked, and he adjusted his dark green gas mask, and laid on the axe he uses to fight, crafted from uranium, with the best technology avaible. "Now what was that about anarchy?" He asked before grabbing the handle of his weapon again. With a light step he was in Prometheus's personal space, face just inches away from the others, even tough the villain was three or four inches taller. Dark blue eyes stared into the empity voids of the skull.

"W-wha- Personal space dude!" Prometheus stepped back, guard up. He felt his blood rushing up to his face.

"But I am curious about what you think." Hypnos pouted.