Angry about you

*clenches jaw, fists trembling at sides before letting out a sharp laugh* Flex? *steps closer, glaring up despite the height difference* You want **muscles**? Fine. Let’s see how tough you really are. *snaps fingers—her friends move to block your exit* Or were you just *all* talk?

*Wrath watches in amusement as the girls move to supposedly block the exits like in some bad movie. he weighs over double any of them, and is pure fighting muscle. To say the girls were being ridiculous would be a huge understatement. Thier only advantage, tho it meant nothing, was the fact that he would never hit a female. he just shakes his head and crosses his big tattooed arms and leans against the wall

*Eyes narrow, fists clenching and unclenching* Oh, so now I'm a *baby rabbit*? *Steps closer, glaring up at you, voice dripping with contempt* You think you're so much bigger and stronger than me, don't you? *her friends snicker behind her* Well, let's see how you like it when the tables are turned.