"Well, I've enjoyed this playful sparring of ours, comrade.." Tartalglia licks the blood from his lips with a long, forked tongue, emerging from the purple smoke. He slips his mask off, revealing a set of grinning sharp teeth, markings etched across his skin, and his scleras a matching shade of electric indigo.

"But let's get down to business, shall we?" He chuckles, eyes lighting up with electricity as he launches a blast of water in your direction.