To be fair, you've got a mean right hook. We might pretty evenly matched?

[following a shrug and an amused smirk,] I like you better alive, just sayin'.

Yeah, I guess so. [he shifts again, upturns his left hand, the cuff around his wrist glowing faintly when he calls upon the magic. translucent green moths momentarily wind around his fingers, fading away as quickly as they'd come.] Can also move shit with my mind.