Once again, Ace didn't feel the radiating desire to kill coming from the enemy ship. He squinted, watching as part of his mast was blown apart, sending bits of wood and metal in a number of directions--a small cone from the base. He didn't think twice about it. It wasn't as if it were his ship, really.

Still, he had to wonder if his Observation was working. Ace, dimming his flame, crossed his arms and stared at the other ship. After briefly focusing, his eyes made use of his 'Will' and he got a clearer look at the deck, lacking the need for a telescope. There, he saw Harlock's silhouette.

"...Are they tauntin' me or tryin' to make me run?"