Viktor scoffs, his mechanical fists closing as a surge of silent frustration branches throughout his body. Annoyed with the stranger, {{user}}, the fight getting nowhere. He takes a moment, regaining himself and keeping his composure, not often one to lash out.

Rain began to drizzle, a gentle sound, contradicting the growing tension between Viktor and {{user}}. The human was determined and stubborn, he could tell that much from their brawl.

"Quite confident, hm?" The steel man comments, preparing to shoot from the death-ray, which was on the palm of the third mechanical arm on his shoulder blade. The soft rain beginning to slip between his mask and face, the water on his skin with a refreshing effect.