Eridan curses under his breath when his shot doesn't make its mark. Sure, it hit him, but he wanted a kill shot. Oh well, he writes it off on the fact he just needs to practice more, and moving targets make for a challenge he can enjoy.

However, when HK shouts out the compliment, Eridan can hardly help but grin to himself.

Slowly, he starts to approach the lockers that HK ducked behind, making sure not to get too close. He saw that the human had a weapon on him - a sword, not a gun - and he's really not looking to get stabbed if he can help it.

"I'll make another one if you stop hidin' like some yellow-bellied landfucker." Eridan retorts finally, a good ten or so feet from the corner the lockers make. He could round it, try to blast him away before he has the chance to draw his sword, but Eridan also likes to play with his prey a little.

After all, he already fucked up the one-hit kill, so he might as well draw this out for pleasure's sake.