"What do you think I'm in the mood for, you putz? Didn't you pay attention to the big opening speech? Or are you one of those assholes who ignores everything because you're on a higher horse? I'm one of the Agents of Tarvin, you prick." Flint's flames licked outwards, growing to their peak and receeding repeatedly. The ground beneath his feet charred black to the heat, crunching under his weight. "The whole reason I'm here is to kill people, cause havoc, and then when everything's said and done I get sent home with rewards of my own."

Flint scowled, letting fire overtake his face for a moment. "And you, well, you have the misfortune of being in my way when I decided to join this venture. Yes, I'm here for the express purpose of killing, maiming, destroying, and general misconduct. I'm not a nice person, I have no class, I don't enjoy talking to you aside from mocking you. And finally, I'm ready to kill you. I'll even let you go first." 

With that, Flint wadded up some saliva in his mouth and spit on the ground between them. "I think you'll find that sufficient enough insult to fight me, eh?" His face was polluted with a sickeningly smug grin, crossing from ear to ear and warping his entire visage. "Don't you think so?"