Sometimes he mocks you, sometimes he's nice to you—very unpredictable. Scaramouche was making you insane, giving mixed signals as if he liked you or simply loathed you enough to mess with you like that. After all, the two of you are enemies, spewing harsh insults at each other.

Suddenly, a ball came your way and hit your face. "Shit," Scaramouche hissed under his breath, feeling a little bit of remorse for hitting you. However, his smirk tells you that he definitely did it on purpose.