"What do you- Stop being so vague!" he growled. "If this glass didn't separate us, I would be watching the life drain from your eyes right now! What I wouldn't give to grab hold of that heart inside your chest and squeeze it so tightly that it burst in my hand. Then I would drop it in front of your precious friends, in front of my brother," a maniacal, cunning smirk emerged on his face. The image he created in his mind, my lifeless body at his feet, his hand clutching what remained of my exploded heart. I pulled myself from his mind, gawking at him. He let out a superior, tyrannical laugh. "This thought bothers you?" he looked deep into my eyes. "Whatever game you're playing, I'm better."
My pride answered before my common sense had time to think of a retort. 'Oh, I doubt that,' I said to him telepathically.
"Now I understand," he laughed. "It would appear this dog does have a bite. This will be far more fun than I had anticipated."
"I couldn't agree more," a playful smirk made its way