While the women were fighting in the sky, Sean and Nigel were glaring at each other on either side of the street, Nigel's body blazing with orange flame while Sean only stood there, a smirk on his face. "I didn't wish to fight you, Sean," Nigel says, "but you give me no choice but to sweep you aside like trash!" Within seconds, Nigel was in front of Sean, a fist flying toward the man's face. However, Sean only sidesteps, spinning around to Nigel's back. Grabbing the back of his shirt, Sean throws the British man into a nearby empty store. "Is that all you've got?" he asks, a bored expression on his face. "I swear, when I was working for you guys, you were a much better fighter. Now, it seems you've forgotten everything you were taught back then."