Deathwatch nodded, slowly and solemnly. "I am nothing," he explained, "If not honourable. Your brother is a strong fighter, but he is much too reckless in his actions. He should learn to control his emotions, so that he may became many times mightier than I am. I would very much enjoy a rematch at some point; though as worthy opponents, not as enemies."
Enigma peered at Cap'n from his cell, frowning. "Hey, I kind of need to get out of here."
Blackmore was watching Deathwatch's skirmish below him, both impressed and slightly irritated at his confidant's fighting skills and chivalry, respectively. He was quite surprised to find a sheet of paper manifesting in his metallic grip. Curious and a tad annoyed, he surveyed the paper.
"Hmmmmm? What's this, a wedding?" He grinned. "Ah, I do enjoy a good wedding, yessir."
Aeon, from the corner, cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you were supposed to be a dark lord or something, why would you care about two schmucks getting married?"
"Never let it be said I'm not a man who enjoys the finer things in life, hyeheheheheheh!"