"Son of a syphilitic goat-fucking bitch!" Phobos ground out, sitting up, and rubbed his jaw. At least, the other him knew how to throw a punch. Eddie, on the other hand... didn't, but the New God probably didn't get into many fights and his effort was appreciated.
The Doppelgänger was still clinging to Wikipedia as if he was an oversized soft toy or something. Freak.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." The blond got to his feet and dusted his pants off casually. "Just caught me by surprise, you know?"
"Alright, shithead, you want him?" The Nightmare nodded and Phobos' mouth stretched into a grin. "Too bad, 'cos he's not yours to claim, but tell you what," he said, holding a hand up to stop the protest that was forming on the other blond's tongue.
"Fight me. Winner gets him." The Greek knew how it sounded; as if Eddie was an object to be traded but right now he didn't really care too much about his friend's feelings since he was itching to get his hands around that imposter's throat. He'd make it up to Wikipedia later - if he survived this, that was...