Inwardly, Skellig is revolted by the insinuation and all it does it fuel the fire that is the rage burning beneath his skin - normally he does not allow this side of his energy to flare so brightly but this is a different scenario.

The guard doesn't get a chance to go for his communicator; Skellig grabs hold of his wrist and snaps it with another sickening crunch, this one causing another shout of pain and cry that echoes through the caverns.

(Part of him worries that this will be heard, but even if it is, even if more bootsteps start to hurry in this direction - he will put an end to all of them if he has to.) He pushes the guard away from Ibani, up against the nearest wall where he can grip him by the throat, pin him tightly to the point where he can only just barely breathe.

"Should rip other parts of you off for that remark," he growls, voice low. "But I'd rather just leave you here to rot instead."