Just like old times, Mack drank in the various reactions from his<span style="font-style: italic">peers</span>. Of course they were just peers due to the blood that flowed through their veins, weak though it may be. None could ever hope to match him in anything and for that he pitied them. Such a sad and depressed existence they must live, to forever be forced to dwell in his shadow of greatness.  A pity but he had no plans to try and make this any better for them.<br/><br/>“Of course, Chiron,” he replied with a slight bow of his head before he tossed the dead beast on the ground before the fire and fell into step beside the centaur. “You do know that you can’t punish me like the rest of these bastards, right?” he tone amused. “I come and go as I please and in return I don’t cause you unnecessary grief and my father does not have to get involved. Something I am sure that you would rather not have to deal with, correct?”<br/><br/>To say that he took pleasure from lecturing would be an understatement, but it was just part of what made him, Mack. Arrogance and ego were hand in hand with what made up Mack and the person he was, if not for them then who knows he might have been a decent fellow. The soft clops of the hooves from the male beside him drew his attention back to the present and less to the sorry state of those who tagged along. It would seem that each year the other Gods sired more and more pathetic stock. Some of them looked hardly capable to wipe their own asses let alone tend to some attack by a monster.<br/><br/>They entered the tent and he hung back to watch the others as they entered. One by one, they filed into the tent with their various demeanor and presence a confirmation to his thoughts on their uselessness. Heck, one of them had to be toted around by a satyress as if she were some incompetent child. Oh, how much he loathed the thought of even listening to either of them speak for there was likely to be nothing that any of them could offer that would be worth him listening to.<br/><br/>“I see we have quite the selection this year, Chiron. So many potential heroes and heroines in this one tent alone,” his tone obviously mocking as he smirked. “Can we get on with this whole thing already? I do have better things to do than to hang around this lot of A-team rejects.”