"Dirty trick? It sounds like someone's being a sore loser," Sync laughed out, tightening his grip when Claude tried to shrug him off. Really, it'd take a lot more than that to get him off, and if the blond wanted to make such a big deal out of it then he certainly had no qualms.

"Really, I could kill you both any time I want. And you now why?"

He smirked.

"Because I don't need a weapon. I don't need to rely on anything but myself, and that's why I'm superior. It's not my fault you're so weak you have to use a sword or whatever else just to stand a sliver of a chance against me."