Judge was not even acting at this point, he was enjoying the moment. He was low on ether, but it was fine as long as the two people in front of did not try anything funny. All he had to do was keep up the high and mighty image.
The girl— Clara, according to his information— was not as easily convinced of defeat as the guy next to her, Percival. He was a man who had given up on life, and now makes a living through assisting an ethercraft researcher in her works.
But it was clear that he loved the girl dearly and was willing to die for her to live. Judge knew very well on how to exploit someone's 'weaknesses'. In his previous corporate battles, finding the enemy's weak spot was the hard part, and it was always a smooth sail from then on.
"So!" He turned and headed toward the girl, and he knelt near her as he approached. "Why should I not hurt Percival?" He was intrigued by what answer would she give. His face gave a twisted smile, which was fortunately covered by his mask.
