Malcolm chuckles a bit at that response, yeah it's... Pretty fair all things considered. Good thing someone backed down here, god knows he won't The man's bones would suddenly break down into dust.
"Hah, yeah same to you... Yeah I'll admit, getting too into it is a thing with those like me. Every Nemissary's got what we call a Creed, long story short, think of them as part philosophy part spiritual duct tape. For me it's The Sword, if we've got any weakness, it's an abiding love of a good scrape."
As he says this the other man would smile and wave to Kotaro, gathering up his weapons and quickly hiding his bone armor below the long black duster once again. With that, he pulls out another cigarette and lights it up before walking out of the GYM with a grin on his face. Once he's sure he's out of earshot, the man would seem to hold a conversation with himself.
M: "Heh, you gotta admit man. That was a fun one right? Kamen Rider... Never heard of them before, but if they're all as tough as him. If people like that are common, then maybe this place stands a chance if they show up?"
?: "Perhaps, and perhaps it'd stand a better one if we took some damn charge over something at least. But you already know my thoughts on the matter there, but we can just keep an eye open for now. Either way, I'll be here if needed. As always."
He'd fade into the darkness, the other voice that had spoken from his mouth going silent. At least outwardly. Soon enough he's vanished straight into night's darkness. Wandering the streets aimlessly.