Dirge was on the defensive but unlike sane people it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest as he continuously came back for more. You finally seem to understand. I was built specifically to kill you though I'm not picky about who gets killed along the way.
A hail of knives shot from his chassis missing the EMTs and police by mere millimeters each time ultimately killing no one as Dirge intended to scare them with the split second realization of the ultimate fear of mankind - death.
Dirge locked horns with Tony staying in close, the damage from getting dragged evident with the scratches and scrapes on his chest and legs and the damage to his faceplate that showed part of his actual face - olive skin common for Madripoori ethnicity, a brown eye and black eyebrow. He'd continue asking the following question until Stark gave him a serious answer - breaking down into a psychotic repetitive rant if he needed to to learn the truth.
You never answered me last time so I'll ask again. Do you fear death?