âAre you that old that you need to get your eyes check?â Bigby growled, nails digging into his palms even harder. He wasnât entirely sure if it broke skin, not particularly caring. âI was going easyâ He mocked, eyes flickering yellow for just a second, âBut if you insistâŠâ A dark smirk covered his face before he lunged for Hunt once more.Â
âYouâre just that small,â he retorted, the words easy on the tip of his tongue, an old, familiar bait. He had more faith in Bigby than heâd ever tell him, but he was enough of a brother that he didnât mind riling him up. âLiar,â he said, his tone flat like he was bored. A dangerous flash of smile crossed his face as he met his brotherâs lunge, going to wrap his arms around him.