Caliborn glares at him, his mouth curling in a green-fanged snarl. It's one thing to toy and bullshit with people, but he loathes not being taken seriously.
"Nothing about any threat I make is 'idle.' It is 100%. Bona-fide. I could shoot you dead right now. But I'm not, because I haven't decided if that would be a good idea yet?"
He stomps his metal foot on the ground, because that is cruise control for being taken seriously.
"However. Who gives a fuck about if I shoot a bunch of winged dumbasses screaming in the air. They're already killing each other."
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"Nothing about any threat I make is 'idle.' It is 100%. Bona-fide. I could shoot you dead right now. But I'm not, because I haven't decided if that would be a good idea yet?"
He stomps his metal foot on the ground, because that is cruise control for being taken seriously.
"However. Who gives a fuck about if I shoot a bunch of winged dumbasses screaming in the air. They're already killing each other."