Heh, sure. I can spend a clone to kick your ass. I'll be the one in the yellow and purple motorcycle. I've killed plenty stronger chaps than you. So, yer a Remnant boob? Fun.
Spoiler: Haldavar the Red, by Orestes the Bard.
"Hear now of Haldavar, whose unholy spell
Eclipsed the moon, and shook the Hells!
Yes, hear of Haldavar with beard of snow,
With tottering footsteps, with wrinkled brow.
Oh fell Haldavar, whose wicked art
Could cloak the foulness of his lustful heart."