Mock Defeat

Somnus smiled lightly, giving Leonel a look. He had to say that he was somewhat impressed. Leonel had yet to throw a tantrum. Though, he assumed that if looks could kill, he would have likely died ten times over. If thoughts could slaughter, he would have been skewered until his own mother wouldn't have recognized him. 

Unfortunately for Leonel, it would take more than that to make him give a damn. He was a Dream Asura, there was probably someone, somewhere, curing him at any given point in the day. In fact, he was selling himself short. Really, there was definitely more than just one person doing so at any given point. 

Rather than being put off by it, he relished in the feeling. It made him feel alive. 

"We challenge you in the Force Pill Crafting stream."

Somnus waved his hand through the air as though he was brushing through water. There were even slight ripples that echoed through the air as he suddenly reached into space and pulled something out.