The League weren't the only ones doing recon on this place, a man in a strange suit was also present in this dimensional sea. Though his mission was cut short when he realizes that he isn't alone, and he lands a few islands away, Draco by his side. There was a strange pokemon that appeared to have spotted them, but that didn't really matter. Crossing his arms across his chest he called out over the chasm that separated them for the moment. What Michael Navidson would hear wasn't the voice of a man, but an emotionless, robotic tone that no human could produce.

"Why are you here?" Came the question from the darkness as he observed the pair, obviously talking like this would give his position away, but he obviously felt very secure in doing so. Amor didn't think that any other Rockets were around in this place today, and so he thought that. Maybe this was someone new that he just didn't know, but he doubted that, this person was more than likely a Leaguer, and that just exasperated Amor to no end. Maybe they could have a civil conversation? Though he doubted that, still he didn't attack just yet.

This place, this space was volatile it could do things to your emotions if you weren't prepared for it, much like the Mechanical Kingdom. Though it wasn't quite the same, his body wasn't robbed of all control like it was there. Instead he just constantly felt on edge in this place, enough to make sure that he always watched his back, and brought his A-Team each time he visited this place for a little extra security, and it would seem that was paying off today. If this wound up in a fight of some kind, well he was glad to have his best with him.

Michael Navidson

A tilt of the head met the mans words, he was funny at the very least, amusing. However fake bravado wouldn't save him from what was to come.

"Bold assessment for someone who is attacking me." He snarked back, the robotic voice that echoed out hiding any, and all emotion from his words as Draco took off to intercept the duo, his fist blazing with electricity in an attempt to smash the Arcanine across the maw with a Thunder Punch. "If you're just going to attack, then we can stop with the charade of conversation." At least that is how Amor took them attempting to cross the chasm towards him. Of course maybe they just didn't want to shout across the void of this place. Amor however wasn't going to take any chances with Leaguers after his run in with Melody Miro at her concert hall.

Not after all their side had shown him. They were no longer worth considering for mercy, or humoring a conversation with.

While Navy wouldn't be able to see underneath the helm into the mans face, or eyes, there was a palpable aura of hatred. Something about the air around him gave off that he seemed to despise sharing the same air as the man in front of him.

"All of you 'good guys' should just fall into the void below, you'd cause far less trouble that way." Despite the emotionless tone that was suppose to come out, there was the faintest hint of venom in the machine like voice. Not even his voice modulator could completely get rid of the sheer disgust he had for the League in this moment, and someone had offered themselves up as a punching bag for him to vent on.

TLDR
Due to the effects of UDS, and past experiences with Leaguers and their Pokemon, Amor thinks Navy is attacking him!
Draco not having any of that rushes to intercept their jump with a Thunder Punch aimed at the Arcanines face!
Amor lets his immense hatred for the League out on full display!