[ If he senses any other presences around them — her daemons, the other revelers — he makes no sign of it. It's his nature as a bull in a china shop, another American nuclear weapon. He doesn't need to be careful when there's never been a scenario in which he's really been in any danger. Sniper at his six? Not a problem, when knives and bullets can't pierce his skin. And though things are different here, his anger remains the same.
The muscle under his eye twitches as his lips pull back over his teeth, a naked snarl transforming into a strained smile through sheer force. ]
You think you're in any position to tell me what to do?
[ His gaze starts to burn, blue eyes turning red against his own better judgment. (But when has he ever used that?) The shift of her focus means nothing, not when she's right in front of him. Whatever's behind him, he'll take care of later. ]
Last chance to run, sweetheart.
[ And two dazzling, searing beams of light shoot forth from his eyes, cutting through the air, aimed straight at the center of her chest. ]
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The muscle under his eye twitches as his lips pull back over his teeth, a naked snarl transforming into a strained smile through sheer force. ]
You think you're in any position to tell me what to do?
[ His gaze starts to burn, blue eyes turning red against his own better judgment. (But when has he ever used that?) The shift of her focus means nothing, not when she's right in front of him. Whatever's behind him, he'll take care of later. ]
Last chance to run, sweetheart.
[ And two dazzling, searing beams of light shoot forth from his eyes, cutting through the air, aimed straight at the center of her chest. ]