"So I finally meet my stalker," he replies with a grin. "You assume I don’t know when I’m being followed. Your habit of staring at me made me wonder why exactly you were following me." He sets his staff down and leans against it. "If you don’t want to see me again, why were you following me?"
Wit felt anger boiling inside of him. If he wasn’t careful, he’d do something impulsive. He drew in a deep breath and sighed. “Look, the guy you were tracking probably waltzed to me so he could make me want to kill you. There’s only one problem with that, and it’s because I know exactly where he is now. Not only that, but I’ve delivered the same message to him. Stay out of my space and I’ll leave you to your work.” His ears perked up , chuckling at the other’s magic abilities, “And you’re overconfident in your abilities. Magic merely improves my creatures power. I don’t recommend using it at all. You’ll only get tired and worn out faster.” He grinned, letting that bit of information sink in. His creatures were designed to kill effortlessly and quickly. The other would hardly be worth it in the end. After all, Wit already knew the other’s weaknesses after spying on him and doing a bit of research.
His smile vanished. “I don’t recall saying anything about magic, did I? And if I know anything from my current target, I doubt he’d want anyone to do his work for him. After all, I doubt he thinks he’d need help.” The thought of Luke accepting help from anyone, much less this rat, almost made him laugh. He’d evaded both Caitlyn and Vi in Piltover by himself. He wouldn’t need help. “There’s a different between being hit by magic, and stone. I would think anyone who knows magic would realize that.” He shrugs before leaning on his staff again. The more of a know-it-all the rat made himself out to be, the more annoying Phen found him. He found those who tried to read him in such a manor very irritating.
Wit rolled his eyes, “You just carry that staff around for show then? It’s obvious that you use magic, not to mention my cameras can also see magic potential, and you’re full of it.” He raised an eyebrow, “You don’t have to say anything in order for me to figure these things out myself.” Wit then crossed his arms, “And I know the difference between magic and stone. I’m simply telling you that creating a magic barrier or making your skin grow thicker by using magic won’t stop your throat from being ripped out.” Wit liked to be a know it all. He wasn’t planning on killing the other. His magic potential was much higher than anything he’s seen before, other than a select few. He could be of use for Wit. The rat sighed and started to walk away, “And the only thing I’m going to help your friend with is dying faster.”