[if hell was blue, though most people certainly wouldn't paint it that color. dabi respects, or at least acknowledges, maul's strength and resolve well enough to not expect any show of fear from the other man. (that would've earned maul some taunting.) at most he expects rage or a rueful calmness. despite knowing metal melts, dabi wouldn't be surprised to find himself with that laser sword through the stomach for this kind of "backstab" threat. which would've seen both of them dead, or one dead and one severely injured...
but instead, maul keeps his cool despite his anger. revenge could easily become a mobius strip, neverending paybacks until someone finally gave up. though dabi will hold maul started it with the threat. even if he'd been the one to tauntingly invite that bite out of his throat. which turned into a laser sword instead. (ya liar, maul.)
at the same time, perhaps this was a mutual show of respect. considering dabi didn't blast him in the back, he was instead revealing some of what he could do to someone who wasn't dying because of it. hardly the normal result of unleashing his quirk. fortunately, no lightning. his quirk's all about fire.
there's a brief twitch upward at the corner of his mouth, staples tugging at his flesh.]
Ya started it.
[a grown man and still tossing a childish petulance in response. but maul's lack of fear and his controlled retort work in his favor and the flames on dabi's body burn out in a flash. though instead of dismissing the fiery circle around them, he blasts another flamethrower in front of him, punching a hole through the ring and leaving a blackened, glassy path several feet down the beach.]
Ya never did tell me what that staff thing was.
[dabi slips his arm off of maul's shoulder and walks through the opening in the fire, emerging on the beach and stretching his arms over his head as a breeze flaps his coat tails around his legs. almost like he hadn't just threatened the man. if maul's picking up details, he'll probably notice that while dabi summoned the fire, he isn't... putting it out. by choice or not is up to maul's mind to question.]
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but instead, maul keeps his cool despite his anger. revenge could easily become a mobius strip, neverending paybacks until someone finally gave up. though dabi will hold maul started it with the threat. even if he'd been the one to tauntingly invite that bite out of his throat. which turned into a laser sword instead. (ya liar, maul.)
at the same time, perhaps this was a mutual show of respect. considering dabi didn't blast him in the back, he was instead revealing some of what he could do to someone who wasn't dying because of it. hardly the normal result of unleashing his quirk. fortunately, no lightning. his quirk's all about fire.
there's a brief twitch upward at the corner of his mouth, staples tugging at his flesh.]
Ya started it.
[a grown man and still tossing a childish petulance in response. but maul's lack of fear and his controlled retort work in his favor and the flames on dabi's body burn out in a flash. though instead of dismissing the fiery circle around them, he blasts another flamethrower in front of him, punching a hole through the ring and leaving a blackened, glassy path several feet down the beach.]
Ya never did tell me what that staff thing was.
[dabi slips his arm off of maul's shoulder and walks through the opening in the fire, emerging on the beach and stretching his arms over his head as a breeze flaps his coat tails around his legs. almost like he hadn't just threatened the man. if maul's picking up details, he'll probably notice that while dabi summoned the fire, he isn't... putting it out. by choice or not is up to maul's mind to question.]