The bald youth's excitement instantly twisted into suspicion when Creed pulled the crystal back at the last second.
His face scrunched up in disbelief, then shifted straight into fury like someone who'd been promised cake and got handed broccoli.
"Hey!" he shouted, his voice rising like a rooster that'd just had its pride stepped on. "Don't you dare try to cheat me! Give me the crystal! Do you want to die, huh?! Are you courting death?!"
Creed froze.
Then blinked.
Then slowly turned his head toward the guy with an expression so blank it could've been used to debug a robot.
"...Did you just say 'courting death'?" he repeated, like he couldn't believe the words had come from an actual living human being.
The bald youth puffed up his chest, clearly unaware of the social suicide he was committing.
"Yeah! Don't think just 'cause you're strong you can bully me! Hand over the crystal or prepare to suffer the consequences! I might be weak, but my will is indestructible!"
