Well, there went his appetite, still with a half-plate to go. "...that...useless cause I'm used to dealing with. It's an enemy most people can't do anything but run from. I'm.." He didn't realize how tightly he was clenching the fork in his hand, or how hard his blue-eyes had become. "I'm the last one who can give them any kind of challenge, and it's still not enough to beat them."