Tristan's eyebrow crept up his forehead at the lack of response the sniper gave the giant. "Do you seriously think I'm afraid of Magnus of all people?" He questioned before giving off a barking laugh. "I've been fighting and killing long before he even came into existence. And this little army? Hardly a threat but I do like what he's doing. Which is why I'm not stabbing you and your fancy armor." He continued before leaning down directly into her vision.

"If I did fight you you would lose. If I had fought your idiotic partner he would have lost." He growled out before lifting her and her rifle up off the ground with a single hand. "Now kindly let go before I do actually fight you. I'm not going to kill the dumbass nor any of your little toy soldiers. Neither have impressed me enough to even get a cut from my blades." He said, glaring into her eyes through her visor. Ages weighed down on her, time almost thundering off of him. "Uppity newbloods really shouldn't argue with their elders. It's part of the reason why humanity is so fucked." He stated while holding his hand out for her rifle.

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