[It is straight-up disturbing to watch Phos move; the lizard part of Dixon's brain is put on high-alert because humans are supposed to move like that, and Phos is close enough to a human that it's an impossible image to shake. Close enough visually, anyway.]
Give me that, [Dixon snarls, calling the shield back, hoping it hurts as yanks away. It darts back to his hand; the way he jerks it back and flinches makes it clear that he still didn't catch it right and that it smarts like a bitch.] Don't think I won't try and get it to break you. It won't listen to you anyway.
[He sneers at the tendril.] Can you put those away?
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Give me that, [Dixon snarls, calling the shield back, hoping it hurts as yanks away. It darts back to his hand; the way he jerks it back and flinches makes it clear that he still didn't catch it right and that it smarts like a bitch.] Don't think I won't try and get it to break you. It won't listen to you anyway.
[He sneers at the tendril.] Can you put those away?