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[He watches the swinging blade and the resulting ice. He knew full well what Dagger's abilities consisted of, 'cryokinesis' as it states in his file, and the knee-jerk feeling of trauma-borne anxiety over the idea of being frozen isn't enough to stop him right now. He also knows full well that he's severely outmatched and he doesn't care. "I'll wreck you" gets a subtle shift in features that seems anticipatory, recklessly and hopelessly so and not masochistically like Jack had approached him with the other day, but like he's lost a reason to do anything else but get himself killed.

However, the follow up questions have him pausing, struggling to put together a coherent answer together, something that's not his strong suit even on a good day. After a short and painful mental struggle, he ditches the attempt to procure an explanation and goes for a punch to Dagger's exposed face with a wounded feral sound of frustration and steering clear of his blade while keeping his guard up, but not as well as he usually would given how reckless he's being.]

I- there's no- tsel'! [He manages to grind out as he attacks, anyway. (Tsel' -> purpose).]