He hears the unmistakable flicker of a firearm being loaded, sure, but at the same time... he's Gilgamesh. Of course he isn't the slightest bit concerned for his own safety. He glances over his shoulder, though when he does so the girl will see for herself that she's cornered someone with sharp, slick eyes, red and dangerous as her own might be someday.
A small smile crosses his lips. It is not friendly.]
I think not.
[He answers coolly, and now he does turn to lay a hand upon the rifle, without a shred of fear.]
I think you should make yourself scarce, child, before you begin to anger me.
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He hears the unmistakable flicker of a firearm being loaded, sure, but at the same time... he's Gilgamesh. Of course he isn't the slightest bit concerned for his own safety. He glances over his shoulder, though when he does so the girl will see for herself that she's cornered someone with sharp, slick eyes, red and dangerous as her own might be someday.
A small smile crosses his lips. It is not friendly.]
I think not.
[He answers coolly, and now he does turn to lay a hand upon the rifle, without a shred of fear.]
I think you should make yourself scarce, child, before you begin to anger me.