"Oi, fock all a'h ya'h!" Leon shouted at them, wave his middle finger around in their faces, Dimitri putting in a word for him moments later. "T'is f'oine Dimitri." He shrugged them all off before spinning around, yelling at their routing opponents, cupping his hands around his mouth and yelled at the top of his lungs. "Wh'ot a'h lot o' pussies! Can't 'andle th'ah 'eat, stay out a'h th'ah fock'n f'oire!" He grinned like a madman, he hadn't done much but he got his own kicks from taunting the dead and the ones in flight. Sometimes causing them to turn right back around and finish killing themselves, though seeing as they probably couldn't hear him nor would they know what he was saying, that wouldn't happen this time. "Oi'm goi'n down, check on our Polyglot! Make sure she didn't 'ave a'h 'earta'httack!" The Britalian chuckled as he took a knee in front of the stern's hatch, pulled it open and climbed down. "Oi! Jack, 'ow is she?" He asked, talking about the Lagoon, that obviously was more important than the Australian language nut that couldn't even put up a fight. "Th'ah Lagoon, th'aht is!"