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"You're an outcast unable to make noise , you're prone to anger and enjoy watching destruction, you're a smart mouthed battle addict, you're an overly hard worker that doesn't give themselves any breaks or rewards nor knows what the words physical exhaustion means, and you're a genius that's buried in their mental. Am I right?"

The outcast nods a smile crossing their face. 
"The hell do you mean WATCHING?!  Causing destruction is much more entertaining! GOT IT?!" They scream as they rest their hand on their axe handle.
"Oh, will you pardon this idiot for so being so loud? He doesn't have any control over his impulses. So sorry."  The battle addict pats the integrator's shoulder with an expression of amusement while blocking a predictable axe swing with a one handed sword.  
"Hey, hey. Calm down. We can't fight in here. That'll delay the time you have to crush our target. " The hard worker tries talking him down.
"Bah, fine! But that punk will get what he deserves one day." He swings his axe back over his shoulder.
"I'll be waiting until then." He laughs as his sword vanishes into the air with a shimmer.
The genius was only partially aware of what just happened as he was reading a book.

'What in the sweet hell have I just witnessed?' 
"Well, anyways. Have a good trip. I only came to see you off."