"I might not be able to beat you, but I don't think I need to."

Cole smirked at MK's words. "Are you hoping I haven't already?" he asked. He kept his hands in his pockets for now, one still holding the iron dagger, and the other crafting a knife from the shadows in his pocket. "Because you're both pretty slow." That said, he vanished, using his favorite contract to erase himself from their senses. He just needed to get close to Macaque, and try to debilitate him. He wasn't dumb enough to think he could kill him.