The kid looks his age, maybe even a bit older. It doesn't matter. Motherfucker's a kid, taking amateur steps, making moves uncertain and all too open to slaughter, like a pleading sign. One, two, twist, and he could pop off this nug right here. Theoretically. He could theoretically do a lot of motherfucking things up in this.

He ain't got his voodoo here, but he knows fear well enough to spot it. He doesn't try to make it ease. He keeps his claws curved. The easiest kills were ones what got happenstance by shit unavoidable. No one mourned a beast. This Julian wouldn't know how truly lucky he was. He could've rained gore over this cavern, were things different.

"S'right," He growls. He's got people to fool. Not the Capitol, but Terezi, Signless. If it weren't for them, he could show this brother how to slit throat his ownself. But with Terezi and Signless watching, that wasn't going to happen as for possibility.

There's blood run down his arm, left by that daywalker. It's not so bad he can't focus, but he has to wonder if he shouldn't have just let that thing kill him. Brother before him's grabbed weapon heavy. This was going to hurt.

"SEEMS CAPITOL GOT WANTING AT US TO MOTHERFUCKING DANCE. So let's dance, Julian!" He lunges forward, going for first swipe. Duck, he thinks.