"Artists" right... yeah, because swinging daggers around and throwing smoke grenades makes you the next Maestro Vireo. Maybe you're ego's bigger than your brain, Strixen.

Once we're done, you clowns are gonna be nothing more than Aetheron's little forgotten misfits.

Look at you! Dragging that thing around like it's a ball and chain. You're spent, Willy-boy.