[Oh he doesn't like the sound of that. No one belittles him and gets away with it. After all, he is the sin of Pride. His eyes turn a darker color. Yellow pools turning into an almost black shade. Anger bubbling and boiling inside of him. He smiles and begins to whistle an eerie tune then brings the spear stabbing down on her other leg.]

Guts?

Fufufufu

You'd look so pretty in pieces, my dear. So beautiful indeed. With your blood splattered everywhere. It would be a delicious sight.