Kal noticed the fear. He could hear the trembling. He could hear the heart beating a few times quicker than normal, even though both men were silent at the moment. "Pathetic. Give me that toy, punk." And his hand darted out, and a second later, he as holding the gun. He held it in his hand. And squeezed. The gun crumpled, the metal making crunching sounds. It was almost like crumpling a paper sheet into a ball. Except this was a bit deformed and mangled. There were explosions inside his fist.
It hurt no one. He opened his hands and let the rounds fall to the floor. After tossing the useless weapon aside, he stared at it. His eyes were red for a moment. Twin beams of heat shot out, downward, blasting the remains completely into unusable scrap. Then a second later, he was standing much closer to Lawliet. "Fire another gun at me again... and I will do what I did to that one. And then shove it completely up your ass. While you're still conscious."