(There's a split second where he contemplates cutting Koby down right then and there. So what if it ruffled some feathers? He was irritated enough with the situation that he could write it off as letting out some steam. If he were younger, he probably would have. Added another dead Marine to his impressive stack.

He squeezes his fist tighter, his eyes cold and measuring each fraction of movement, right down to the pink hairs on Koby's head. The splatter of blood, and he does expect tears. Lord knew how many Marines had begged for their lives in front of him before.

Nothing of the sort happens though. Worse yet is that Koby insists Mihawk is bleeding and that makes him grit his teeth and lift Koby up a bit higher. He's not used to being injured and some part of him feels a flush of humiliation to even be seen in such a way by a goddamn cadet.

He wrenches Koby closer, bringing up his other hand to close it tightly around Koby's throat. He squeezes hard, his eyes blazing, because how dare this Marine try and lecture him, try and be so damn bold?

But at the end of the day, it's...annoyingly admirable. He has to begrudgingly respect someone who has enough of a spine to be mouthy under the circumstances. He lets go of both Koby's throat and uniform, dropping him completely.)

I'm completely fine to navigate. I wouldn't exactly call myself injured. You, on the other hand, must have hit your head quite hard.