Shadwell look at the woman beside him. He didn't want to admit it, but her cheery attitude was starting to get a bit on his nerves.
"Look," he muttered, massaging his temple with his right hand. "We were literally created to fight. The whole [i]point[/i] of us being here is that those scientists want us to remove each other's powers and / or kill each for whatever their reason is. Now, I'm not sure if I am going to take part on their sick games myself, but I'm pretty sure that there are at least four people in there already committed to kill everyone else. So, maybe we should move our conversation a bit further away from "100-man squad of teamwork" and a bit closer to "Battle Royale, and the survival thereof," please?"