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"you are entirely too reliant on your weapon." cassian scoffed, the younger guard looking at him as though he'd told him to simply imagine besting an opponent. "if you're disarmed, what then?" as if to prove his point, he grabs the other's wrist and twists until he drops the blade into the snow, and once he's dropped it cass wrenches his arm back, pins it behind him and presses two fingers at his neck. when the other just freezes, he swipes them across his neck. "and you're dead." he lets go of his arm, and shrugs. he pats the other's cheek, a condescending move, and he leaves in a huff.
feeling another set of eyes on him, cass turns, and his posture straightens, something less relaxed, that might still pass for respect rather than wariness. a...dane, most likely, but beyond that he can't glean much from a simple glance. "i'm more than happy to insult your form as well, if you would like." he says, laughing. "if you ask the younger ones, it's one of my many talents, besides being overbearing and being a know it all, of course."