[He ignores the first part. Besides him never having met anybody calling himself after some half-made-up serial killer, IV both has both fight nails, teeth and claws until the very end and even then he had still been ready and even begged his own killers just so that he could keep going-! And the end result? He still has a chance. It might be tiny, riding on the fact that he knows how all-comsuming a grudge can be and him being willing to bet his everything on that just to reach his goal of saving - if already not himself, then at least - his own family, but.... It's there.

His life is still going strong against all odds. The Crest that's still silently burning into his skin is proof of that.]

Time [IV cranes his neck back so that he can meet the red gleam of Monsoon's shades with a languid smirk that's all fangs and the instincts of a predator] ...is the one thing that you won't have in a real fight.

[Attila barks at the belittling of Team Rocket, although there is no way for the two humans to understand his reason for being mad. The canine gives Monsoon's Hanzo a scathing look - why are you letting your human get away with that?! - before he forcefully pushes himself between Monsoon and IV, growling deep at the older man. Pets and treats are nice, but don't go looking down on Attila's pack!]

....what do I care who I'm working for? We're all just marionettes on somebody's strings.