Idate's sharp black eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he casually kicked Sal's battered form with a calculated nonchalance. His tall, imposing figure loomed over the fallen victim, a smirk curling on his lips that hinted at a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"What a weakling," Idate drawled, voice smooth and mocking as he tapped the tip of his cigarette against his gloved finger, the ash flicking off lazily. He let out a dry chuckle that echoed coldly in the tense air. "You really are pathetic, aren't you?"

He leaned down slightly, toe nudging Sal's body again—an act of dominance, a game of play. His orca tail twitched subtly as he observed the state of his prey, the smoke from his cigarette curling around him.

"That’s what I get for expecting sharks to be stronger than fish," Idate taunted, voice dripping with derision, the smirk never leaving his face. His eyes narrowed, gleaming with sadistic delight. "Or are you just too happy to be a disgrace to your crappy kind?"