Magneto would be very wise to remember with whom he spoke. People did not mock the King of Atlantis. Unless they disliked living. Which certainly seemed to be the case here. Namor stared at Magneto for a moment, and then back at the board. Outside the island the sea started to churn restlessly. Bubbling out Namor's anger at such insolent behavior. Still, he was here for a reason. And he would not waste his own valuable time. "You have an army." Namor began promptly as he moved his knight in to take the bishop of Magnus. "I have many armies. We march over the surface world and divide the spoils." After finishing the move, he glanced back up and eyed Magneto carefully. He tilted his head slightly and waited on his response.