Su Ming did not actually dislike Merlin's way of putting things. He simply wanted to kill him.
After all, there was no deep-seated hatred between them. Their interests merely conflicted.
That door belonged to Su Ming, yet Merlin insisted on taking it and refused to listen. What else could be done?
He could only kill the bandit who refused to give up his thieving ambitions. It was that simple.
The Upside-Down Man's betrayal had reminded Deathstroke of something: in the DC Universe, the hearts of those who practiced magic were all filthy. Once a fight began, one had to fight to kill.
Negotiating terms and discussing mutual interests probably only worked on demons.
As for what the old man wanted to do with the door, or whether he intended to use Hypertime for some sort of trick, none of that concerned Su Ming. At most, it proved that the thing had value and was worth tossing to the Council of the Sky for research.
There was nothing more to it.
Watching the old man, whose body was covered in blue markings like a Celtic Woad Warrior's, cast an Illumination Spell on himself, put up a magic shield, temporarily apply Elemental Enchantment to his weapon, and so on, Deathstroke did not interrupt him. He merely smiled knowingly, as if he had witnessed the most orthodox kind of powerful sorcerer, and felt delighted inside.
True witches ought to be like this: stack themselves with a pile of buffs, then charge in and meet their enemies blade to blade.
Life always needed a sense of ritual. The other man was preparing so earnestly for a duel, so Su Ming could hardly interrupt him.
He nodded at Diana, signaling that she and Donna could move behind Merlin and claim a position first. Once the