[Schuldig...stops, a few feet away - out of comfortable lunging range, anyway. He's in a fickle mood, the sort where even he doesn't know what he wants at any given moment. What he knows is that he wants to destroy things, to rip through flesh and framework...but he doesn't have the energy or inclination for an acual fight. He isn't going to tangle with Ken, at least not directly.
A smirk curves his lips at the other man's combative stance, however.] Already bloodthirsty, Siberian? I haven't even done anything yet.
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A smirk curves his lips at the other man's combative stance, however.] Already bloodthirsty, Siberian? I haven't even done anything yet.