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Anwyl glares at as someone bumped his shoulder as he stood still off to the side while he replied to a text. Though upon hearing the belligerence thought how much fun it would be to let the fiery dragon side of his being win, for once. His pupils turning to sharp slits if diamond shape, iris glowing golden.
Grabbing the rude males shirt he noticed their weakened, mortal attempts to fight him back. It was pointless, almost made him feel bad for the other, how close he was to just snapping their neck and disregarding them like trash, as they appeared to be so anyway. But if he had learned anything from his own mother, anger gone too far was never the way.
Lifting Aeron of the ground, then, he lift his free hand up, gripping the others jaw and neck in his hand, claws extending on the ends of his fingers "I think you better rethink your comment. Or you're going to find out how much room a dead body doesn't need." Smoke faintly billowed from he side of his mouth, fire building in his chest "If there's anything left."