#(basil.)

Basileia or Basil for short.

Basil X.

Ah.

There's a measure of pause when the words are drawn to his ear. A spark, one that's acrid in nature, one that intents to immolate any and all brands of fuel it can get its hands upon. Caelus's attention finds itself locked with a tension that's simultaneously disarming and weighted. Again, come what may.

Any patience carried is frayed as his movements shot beyond the pace of lightning. Careful control exercised to not let momentum do any of the work, for he'd seize that very neck of Basil's, ascending him from those legs that lack any survival sense. It's when that moment that the Trailblazer simply proceeds to stare. To offer a reflection into the same eyes that faced countless forms of death, Stellaron beings, Emanators, Aeons themselves.

Energy would begin its wild dance with invisible waves, the sheer scale of presence making the earth beneath shudder, and for the very air to grow rigid as if abiding by the demand of the very man exuding that strength. "You know, you have a penchant for saying the funniest things at the absolute worst times." Those golden irises would contently take the position of a harbinger as a 'gently' made squeeze upon his neck.

Caelus is clearly not pleased, and within this moment, it feels all too good to feast upon the inner demand to do something about it. Firefly being depersonalized like that simply ticked off too many boxes.

It would not be excused.

"How about I show you how a weapon likes to play? And what do ya know, I have someone living right in my grasp."

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