[Same old Squall, it'd probably take a firaga to get him pissed off and ready to knock his head off. Wouldn't that just be beautiful? Actually get the ice king run at him, kicking and screaming. The eyebrow twitch actually made him smile cruelly. Ah, he guessed some things would never change about himself. Much as he tried to be good these days, it wasn't a sure thing.]

Well, Squall. I was about to make a move until you came in here, waving your gunblade around like freaking Odin on crack.

[The glare only fueled his desire to anger in the younger teen, the glare might be indicative that things go sway eitherway. He heard the tell tale sign of the tonberry drawing near, little warbled hiccups in a roll with it's molasses movement.] You know what? This is mine and I don't give up what's mine.

[He dashed past Squall, slashing the tonberry across the face and drawing blood. It tumbled around but managed to stay up right, still coming toward them.]