Sky Lynx watched the man closely as he stepped into the cell. He shifted uneasily and kept his platting pressed flat against his body minimizing any potential targets. If this brute wanted to shoot him he was going to have to work for it.<br/><br/>Coward?<br/><br/>Him?<br/><br/>He stiffened at the insult, lips curling into a snarl. The one thing hated more then being so rudely insulted was to be called a coward. He had faced down hostile forces that outnumbered him, kept alive by skill and wit alone. Lead his squad through dangerous battles and never left one of his own behind. Not one to let such an insult slide, without thinking of the potential consequences, he growled out a short curse in his native langue that sounded like a series of hisses and growls. Being treated like an animal that didn't understand what they were saying was bad enough; he didn't have to stand for being insulted on top of that.<br/><br/>He backed further into the corner with a hissing growl as the man moved closer then stopped, his gaze locked on the intruder. He was not cowering. He was merely bidding his time. Waiting to see if the man would drop his guard. Make some sort of mistake. It appeared he was going to have to make the first move. This was hardly fair but far be it for him to pass up a challenge.<br/><br/>Rocking his weight back onto his back legs he lunged, jaws open, razor sharp teeth gleaming in the harsh over head lights, one paw extended to knock the weapon out of the man's hand.