With an axe? [ He laughs, cold and empty in his ears. ] No way, old man. An axe versus a gun has a clear winner-- and it wouldn't be me. On the other hand...

[ With a flick of his hand, the axe transforms into something much easier to handle-- a gun, of course. Has he ever fired one? No. But it feels so right in his hands, when he readies it to fire, aimed at the older male's head. C-ta's lips curl into a vicious grin.

If only that person was watching him-- who is it, though? ] This is a much fairer battle, don't you think?