<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">“I see we have quite the selection this year, Chiron. So many potential heroes and heroines in this one tent alone... 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.”</span><br/><br/>Such words could fan the flames of one's fury. And to hear them would birth a spiritual inferno... Even with Chiron scolding Mack for his judgment. Though this put smiles on their faces... But it would entertain the two present scions of Hades to have the chance to prove this bloke wrong or take him down a peg or two. Preferably, a million. The temptation to say something was beyond strong with the two...<br/><br/>Though Stayne and Vallota trained with their dark powers with any free time they had, they were not Mentors, but they weren't A-team rejects either, as Mack so put it, in spite of his ignorance. In spite of Chiron stepping in, Vallota's violet hues soon turned to Stayne... Who seemed to be the only person unmoved by the arrogant lunk's words. Being talked down to by ANYONE... He hated that with a deep-seated passion. However, Stayne's only response to Mack's condescending words was happy chuckling, soon turning to light laughter.</span>