"Wanted to get shit-faced with my dad," Phobos ground out, his temper flaring when the other him tried to sock him in the head. He might not have had his old strength anymore but he was still the fucking daimon of fear and mortals were still smart enough not to approach the struggling youths on the street unless they felt particularly suicidal.
"NO KIDDING, GENIUS!" Internal conflict, eh? The Greek had enough of those to pass some out for free! However, he concentrated on the latter part of what Eddie had said. Knowing that it could be killed was immensely helpful because if there was one thing Phobos did well, it was ending lives.
Wrapping an arm around the nightmare's neck he dragged the struggling bastard off the main street. Seemed as if Wikipedia was doomed to end up in alleys with the blond all the time. Kneeing not-Phobos in the side, he shoved him away and looked around for something he could use as a weapon.
Unfortunately the doppelgänger found one first in the shape of a broken pipe. "Fucking great... Stay out of range, Eddie." That thing was fast and if Phobos wasn't careful he'd end up bleeding to death in a side street - again. The advantage he had, however, was that he had fighting experience and the nightmare didn't. Not really.
Suddenly, the Greek's hand shot out, closed around the pipe and yanked, causing the enemy to stumble forward. It was so surprised that it let go of the piece of metal and Phobos didn't lose any time. Whacked it over the head with it and stabbed the fucker when he went down.
"I think it's dead now," he panted. "Whaddya think?"