Grimwauld turned to the figure who declared himself to be Solomon Drake, and couldn't help but smile at the situation. "This one is not Drake, not even a pale imitation of Drake. The Dreadlands may need a leader, but dis is foolish." Grimwauld thought to himself as he held his ground before Hawker, his cold expression returning as he continued to grip his weapons in each hand. Both the great-axe and war-hammer seemed to be quite heavy, held up only by the thick, scarred muscle of the Dreadlander. "You continue to boast of your strength, this one who calls himself "Demon hunter", yet I am not dead. Prove your words in combat bruddah, and maybe I let you choose how it ends."