For just a second, Dualscar feels a chill run through him, when he sees the steel in the Psiioniic's gaze, and he pities any fool who would try to cross him when he had full use of his psionics.

Then the Psiioniic is looking at his drone and talking to it, and he's himself again. Dualscar is glad he sent the drone away himself; he wasn't looking forward to asking him to do so.

"Any time noww."

He looks himself over, making sure his uniform is spotless and his armor gleaming, running one hand through thick, wavy hair.

"Wwhat do you think?"

He stands at his full height, arms crossed over his chest, sets his face to a sneering highblood mask, and looks down his nose at the Psiioniic.

"Intimidating?"