Richard Maxwell
Richard frowned ever so slightly at the scene unfolding. Those three imbeciles were now at each other's throats and stirring their panties up for a cheap warning shot. He didn't have the time to deal with any of this, so he opened his eyes and glared at the three. Spears of ice were surrounding them, like a frozen dome of thorns.
"Cool down you all." he said, not even bothering to raise his voice. If they didn't listen, they wouldn't need those ears anymore.
The temperature around them dropped, as if the man's icy grip was hanging on their throats. His eyes now carried a chilling quality and for a second, it looked as if he was going to kill them all.
And then as if nothing happened, he relaxed with a sigh. The ice melted and splashed them all three, effectively letting them chill.
"Geez, you hopeless morons just can't manage for a second without going at each other's throats can you?" said Richard in an aloof yet nonchalant tone. This was just too depressing.
Then he raised his hand in abandon.
"It was a warning shot, a warning shot! You didn't need to jump around like a rabid monkey for something like that, it wasn't even going to hit you regardless."