Icy Plateau
The hammer is put away, the blades go out. An old trench knife and a Roman gladius, to be precise, sliding out gracefully from within What's coat, cutting through the air as he brings them down at his sides. Odd combination, isn't it? Seems What murdered a collector of historic blades recently. Well that, or an entire museum full of innocent people. Honestly, both are equally likely, knowing him and his zany homicidal ways.
His knees bend slightly, his gloves tighten around the grips of both blades, and the pumpkin-headed figure stands perfectly still there for a moment. He stares up the Disco Elemental with his eyeless pumpkin-face, no doubt glaring at the thing with the kind of pure and undiluted hatred that only someone as mindless and driven as What could be capable of. He lingers there just for a moment...
And then he's stabbing right at the Elemental's chest with the trench knife! How the hell does a suit and a pumpkin move that fast?!