It would have been a MUCH safer choice to steer clear of the large hybrid that had claimed this jungle. Then again, he could of found him later… Eh, didn’t matter.

The beast was about to say something back to Guz. Untill he fired that ‘warning’ shot for his shakey gun. That only sealed his PAINFULL demise. The serpent flinched slightly, the part of the tail wrapped around the duplicate tightened more. And once the snake had regained himself, his eyes narrowed and glared daggers into the other’s.

“… Now, I was gonna let ya off wit some fucked up scars an shit. But-” His hand flashed up and siezed the gun wielding hand. “Ya pullin that Shit on me. Ya not gonna make it out, in one pice.”

       Well shit... keeping a grip on the gun, Guzma sighed. “Yeah. I wouldn’t’ve shot if I’d’a known that. I can handle scars. Y’see, this is why communication is important. We both could’a come outta this happy, but no, ya had to pull that shit.” Was... was he really lecturing some weird snake-self thing when he was about to be eaten? Sure, why the fuck not.

       “Plumes will find this spot anyway, if you kill me. I guess you’ll eat her too, since she ain’t gonna leave til she avenges me or whatever.” Ah... that was a depressing thought. But still, he had to keep talking. Had to keep the panic at bay. “Some’a the grunts would follow her... and then the rest would be left with nobody to take care’a them. Amazing, I guess I condemned my entire family.” 

And here we go. Snake woundered when an gun was going to be pulled on him, knowing that his duplicates usually had one on them at some point. And this one was no exception.

His gaze turned from the gun, then slowly back to the other. This has been used on Snake so many times, to the point where he was no longer phased by something that could end his life with a single trigger being pointed right at his head. So his glare was still that stone cold one that he had before, gold staring right back into the other’s eyes.

“Nah, I ain’t the stupid one ere.” Snake growled again, this time his tail slowly creeping up around Guzma, as the blade tipped tail crept closer to his throat. “But ya might be.”

       Motherfucker... maybe he should’ve just steered clear of the guy when he saw him. “I already know I’m dumb as fuck, man. Never denied it.” Or... did he? Fuck, he couldn’t even remember what happened a minute ago. Or at least the details. Oh well, that wasn’t important.

Well, looks like he hasnt missed a thing. “…Ya mind?” Dont poke him. You will lose a figure…. Or a hand.

Loch will just drape a blanket over him, maybe tuck a pillow under his head. Good night, sweet Master.