Rolling his eyes, frustration adding into the anger as he strolled closer. Staring at the man behind the tree as he wraps his fingers around the knife, giving it a tug. It barely moves. He growls, shaking his head.

"No, just that one that needs to be returned to the stores we all use," he says, shifting to drop the carcasses on the ground. "And two, Bobo Del Re. Also known as the man that had that ability you seem to have stolen," he says, stepping back, gesturing the man to come forward.

"Want to get that knife out of the tree then? I signed it out," he says, which isn't why he cares, but it's the excuse he'll use.