[kettle, kettle, kettle... Must we go over how we're the same again or will the pot just be met with the same level of denial as before? They had their games, they had their rules and they had their roles. It just so happened that Prometheus was expecting a little more out of someone who claimed to be a Maverick Hunter only to be met with some beginner's attempt at code.

Even now, Prometheus isn't certain if Axl picked up on the confirmation that they were Mavericks or not. Considering how fast Rinzler was to take the open invite to a fight...]

Based off of what he's told us? Yeah. By several centuries.

[he starts spinning the palette knife in his hand idly. His voice has been kept soft and low this whole time, as if to let Pandora sleep]

I certainly hope he's not a representation of what was expected of Hunters in his time. Though... [he chuckles softly, lopsided smirk on his face clearly meant to read as 'smug'] Not a lot has changed over the years. Bunch of weaklings.

It's hard finding a challenge out there, don't you agree?