Pulse's jaw audibly clacked shut and his left brow cocked up a bit as the man he'd decided to send airborne was saved from only god knew how many medical visits due to a wave of sand breaking his fall. "[b]Nice t'see you kept pace, Mirage- wait, what was that you said?! You know how much food I need to keep myself going? Add that to the wait and I'm damn right to be "grumpy"![/b]". He leapt down from the rooftop he stood upon and landed on his hands and feet with a solid thump, the scowl on his face deepened even further. Pulse slowly rose and dusted off his hands, "[b]My current and fully justifiable piss n' vinegar attitude aside, you should've let that guy splat on the pavement, but we'll talk about that later.[/b]". As the thief who Mirage had saved slowly tried to get to his feet only to fall back to the ground and scream in pain, the only one that was still fully intact shuddered a bit as he weighed his options. 

Quite frankly, after seeing them both in action he wasn't sure which one was more frightening between Pulse and Mirage. It was clear to anyone with common sense that fleeing and fighting were both no longer viable options, and that surrender was the best course of action. Sadly, common sense was not common, as evidenced by the man raising his fists in a last desperate bid for a chance at escape, "[i]C-Come on! I'm not afraid of you![/i]" he shouted unconvincingly. Pulse snorted and rolled his eyes, "[b]Oh look, the brain trust wants to get physical.[/b]". The hero started to step forward and crack his knuckles, but stopped and turned to his partner with a wicked smirk, "[b]Sorry, did you wanna take a crack at him? Be a nice little refresher course for all those close quarter combat drills I put you through, don't you think?[/b]".