Anon is on the ground, highly spent and injured by the fight against Scaramouche.
Scaramouche takes a step closer to Anon, smirking.
“Ha… you’re getting all worked up over nothing.”
he chuckles darkly, his hands creating electro blades levitating around himself as he walks.
“You changed…” he narrows his eyes, kneeling down to look directly into Anon’s eyes, preparing for his final strike. “You’re getting weak.”