Not without reason.

Wesker wanted to win, and that's what he intended to do.

At the sound of Tony's voice, he whipped around, cape swirling like a pale tail. His lip curled, serpentine eyes flashing red beneath the black lenses of his glasses.

"Hello," he sneered.

And he moved, crossing the distance between them in a blink. He twisted, his back to Tony, and drove his elbow into the man's sternum.

Goodbye.