Because I'll wreck you. [ It's not a threat, really. It's more of a reminder, because Barnes's 70-year record is impressive, sure, but Dagger's own spans several hundreds, and a lot more casualties. The numbers alone favor him. ] What's this about?

[ He flips his grip on the blade, so that it's no longer at a resting hold, and he swings it a handful of times. The air whistles as the blade swings, each swing cutting through air and freezing it that very thing ice crystals hang for a blink before slowly floating down to the snow on the ground. ] Tell me what the problem is.