"Looks like they really hate you huh?" Apollyon said loud enough for his voice to be heard by everyone, including Zion.
"Since you decided to be part of the peanut gallery, then properly play your role as a peanut," Zion replied fearlessly. "If you're that bored, you can join Zaphiel's side. I don't mind."
The corner of Forneus' and Dantanian's lips twitched after hearing their no-good teammate's provocation.
"Hey! Don't taunt Apollyon like that!" Forneus shouted. "That guy is a fart! He can explode at any moment!"
"You shut up as well, you fool!" Dantanian roared at the sea serpent who was adding insult to injury. "Apollyon is not a fart! He is just a…"
The Fiend of Many Faces paused for a bit as if trying to remember a word to fit the Fallen Angel of Death.
"He is just a narrow-minded individual who has a short-temper and bad breath! It's not his fault!"
If Wormwood could speak properly, it would have cursed its two pig-teammates, who were courting death right now.
