Sehrab couldn't help but let his diaphram contract a couple of times in a silent laughter. He looked dead into Col's eyes with a hard stare like that of a beast waiting to be released and a smile that belonged on a poker player's face.<br/><br/>"Just which Sehrab did you know?" he said. "I've always done things this way, you know, in the interest of my survival. But obviously, you wouldn't understand that being born so rich as you were."<br/><br/>Sehrab grabbed Col's hand faster than he might have been able to before the accident. He caught him and forced him to drop the sword before Col had a chance to fight back. He grabbed Col by the head and neck and put a gun to the soft part of his neck.<br/><br/>"You might be able to stop a bullet with those scales," he said. "But I know one thing about lizards; they're cold blooded and extreme temperatures reak havoc on their innards. So if I were to say, super heat your exterior using a heat-related device, you'd be cooked inside that shell. Consider that the next time you threaten me."<br/><br/>He shoved Col to the ground with the heel of his boot and started to walk off, but he turned around.<br/><br/>"By the way," he said. "Just to let you know, I've always survived because of my ability to adapt and fix mistakes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a shark-girl, ex-lover to fry."<br/><br/>He opened the fold of his jacket wide enough to reveal a bottle of whiskey before leaving. With that, he took off got on his bike, and left.<br/><br/>((Wow, it's actually--dare I say it--fun to play as Sehrab again. He's a lot more fun when he's anti-social and on-edge.))