The gun raps up against Bariyan's gauntleted hand, sounding out with a small clang. Bariyan pulls his hand back after the smack, grinning, and shakes it out.

"You shouldn't go about making idle threats with it, either," he says.

As he speaks, he takes a few steps back, and adjusts his grip on his axe. He's trying to read Caliborn's mood and predict his next actions, and, disappointing as the day has been so far, Bariyan's expecting the worst.