"Why do you think I was upset?” He practically snarls. His brother isn't stupid, it doesn't suit him to play as such.

The axe shatters in his hand and the sickle narrowly avoids giving him a matching scar on the other eye. Staggering back he resets himself. "And you've never cared how I felt before."

He aims a bolt of ice at Bi-Han's feet, wanting to freeze him in place so they can stop fighting for even a minute.