GO ON, MAKE MY DAY.

maul's words are clear and cutting. a tense rage in his tone as evident as the mercenary's veil. they do not have a dynamic. iglu is here because he's relying on simon's help to take down damocles. maul happens to be an extension of that to iglu, nothing more. so why does he approach with hostility bleeding from his crimson flesh? like sweat, it metaphorically drips and pools around the crime lord's ankles. beading at his forehead and drenching him in a wave of fury.

iglu stands, his arms by his sides and his gaze forward. there is no reaction from him. perhaps not what maul is searching for, but then iglu has never been a reactive individual. his actions speak louder than his words, typically. stone cold and exacting. the very same actions that got him put in prison all those years ago. you have no idea, do you... maul confronts the mercenary and he is uncertain how to respond. is this going to turn into something more dangerous? should he prepare for a fight? remaining unmoving, he considers maul.