The highblood's feet scrape the ground as he suddenly braces himself to dart to one side, the spear cutting through his hair. His eyes narrow almost accusingly at him as if thinking 'What the motherfuck was that for?'

"THAT was all kinds of motherfucking rude-"

Having less distance between them makes him bold, so he lunges forward with a snarl and grabs for the closest thing within grabbing distance, which happen to be Summoner's horns.