"You know as well as I do you're too weak to fight me," Killua spoke up with his hands in his pockets, a calm arrogant yet non-chalant air about him. Like usual.

"The Phantom Troupe has got some formidable opponents, I can't lie." He closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly as he made his obvervations. "But you, as the new 6th leg.. Are by far the weakest." He looked back at you, his gaze cold.