Sorrel smiled a toothy, spiteful grin— but it couldn’t be seen with that thick gas mask on his face. Instead, King Stag saw some apparition [i]stare him down.[/i] The poltergeist, Gamma-Burn, cocked his head to the side, almost playfully. 

[color=A8C3BC]“Fuck, took you long enough. What, I can’t even do something that’s objectively a good thing to do? Shit, you really [i]are[/i] a waste of taxpayer dollars, huh?”[/color] 

Maybe that was too cruel— but Sorrel tried not to fall into the villain trope of monologuing, even if… he desperately yearned for a conversation, ever since he started texting that bulky man from the chipotle— Cricket. He could hear rustling in the bushes, but… he frankly didn’t care. He knew he could dodge  attacks at this moment, and maybe he’d pay the consequences later with his physical illness acting up. Hell— he was confident enough to take a few steps closer to the giant beetle. Maybe he should do the villain trope. Maybe tease King Stag a bit more..? 

A dark laugh echoed from the mask. [color=A8C3BC]”Just saying, if you make me go nuclear the fatalities should be on [i]your[/i] shoulders, for stopping me making this damn forest. Ah! But—“[/color] 

The supervillain Gamma-Burn had two daggers as his signature weapons, but right now, he only carried one. He forgot where he left his other dagger— and, frankly, he can make another one if given enough time.

[color=A8C3BC]“Should I... Try to kill someone, or somethin’? To make your uh. [i]Gracious[/i] visit to this food forest worthwhile..?”[/color] 

Maybe he pushed it too far. He definitely pushed it too far. It was absolutely time to run. Instead, with his dagger in his right hand, he braced for… anything, really.