Taunt's smirk grew even wider as they spotted Adrenaline from across the battlefield—leaning against a half-destroyed wall like they owned the place.

"aye! hotshot!" Taunt barked, shoving their hands in their ripped jeans pockets and sauntering over with an exaggerated swagger. "Y'see that? I just wrecked harken! So hard she may cry to her mama." They jabbed a thumb toward the (very much alive) enemy groaning on ground behind them—before flipping up hoodie collar dramatically:

"*S'what happens when you don't bring enough skill to fight me! *"

They shot Adrenaline another glance outta corner of eye—waitin’. Hopin’.
(Didja see? Didja hear how cool I am?)

But then foot slipped on loose gravel. Stumble.

Face burned redder than bloodstains under hat brim before could stop it:

" That ain't part'a my act! Stop looking at ME!!! "