Michael
Michael watched as Newface responded to the blast with a series of blasts of his own, enough to cancel out the immortal's attack and send the wave continuing on towards Michael. Thought the immortal dodged this attack with the same ease as he'd dodged the first, of greater interest was what happened at the moment that their attacks had clashed. At that very moment, it was as if the sun had momentarily been blotted out, darkness covering the sky. It had passed just as soon as it arrived, but Michael nonetheless felt the pangs of anticipation clawing at him.
Unfortunately for Michael, Newface promptly stated that he wasn't responsible for that, the other man's shift in demeanor erasing any thoughts Might might have had about this being a falsehood. Frowning again, the immortal planted his staff in the ground, leaning on it a little as he watched the other man. The interruption had been a bit of a mood-killer, to be honest, and he didn't really want to kill Newface anyway.
"Well, I don't know about you, but that ruined the mood for me," the immortal said nonchalantly, as if their fight was a simple spar, "Get going, we can do this another time, and they're probably going to finish up soon anyway."