"You poor misguided fool. You are just as stained with blood as I am. It's nice to see another mass murderer like me. Tell me, how many screaming people do you see when you close your eyes? I see hundreds and I enjoy their company. The Dublin Massacre, the mass killings in Rio De Janeiro, the Sternikov murders, all of them are my doing among other little adventures in homicide."
He'd just admitted to over three hundred murders around the world, and he enjoyed them all.
Dirge ended up on the ground as little toys came at him. He fired repulsor blasts at them hitting one as it was being fired, the idea was to catch Stark in the blast as the murderous Dirge fired missiles of his own to catch him in the blast. As the blossoming explosions obscured him from sight Dirge ran up a building and slashed at Iron Man again, sticking several EMP grenades to him as he rolled across a rooftop out of range as the blasts went off.
He waited for Stark to fall to the ground and then he'd be rushing at him again with one plan in mind: Jamming his hand through Iron Man's chest and inflicting the most pain possible.
"You and I are almost completely identical. The difference between you and me?" Extending a blade from his forearm he ran it through Stark's Arc Reactor breaking it off in his chest less than an inch from his heart before simply turning his back and readying to walk away. "The difference is that you are weaker than me. I have no conscience, no morals and no sympathy or regret for anyone or anything. You are chained by your beliefs. I believe in nothing but the inevitable. All that lives in time will die. And your time has come. Your suit is your coffin as it was always meant to be."