He tentatlively observed Martel. Kobe hurt his feelings. The intentions of the psychodelic rape was to produce a golden weapon, or perhaps an ancient one. The nobleman represented himself well, Kobe concluded. He had responded with a word, and he was angry which rooted from embarassment and confusion. Kobe spoke only under his breath, only to tease Martel, and shut his trap until Shadow took a shot at him.

"Oh Hey! I'll put you in the grave! You will be the new spirit among the foggy haze...!" he said and then said more while he created a mental connection with a gem he kept in his pocket, and something that could not be pilfered from him. Soon, a piercing cold swept over the bar and every one become affected, be it they witnessed a wind so freezing that only the devil could have the skin to apreciate it. He supposed Martel wanted no more, so he looked at Shadow.

"You like that? I like the Leprechaun movies. They're fun, how about the wind?" and he grinned.