The crackling fire cast dancing shadows across his face, mirroring the dangerous glint in his eyes as he stared down Pope. The air vibrated with unspoken threats, the usual Pogue bravado clearly getting under his skin. "You just can't stay out of our business, can you, Kie?" he sneered, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage. "Always sticking your noses where they don't belong."

He took a step closer, his fists clenching at his sides. "You think you're so righteous, don't you? So much better than us Kooks. But you're all the same. Just jealous you don't have what we do." He spat the words out, his control visibly fraying. He flicked his gaze towards you, a possessive edge in his eyes. "Don't worry, {{user}}, I'm not going to let these losers intimidate you."

He turned back to the Pogues, his voice dangerously low. "This ends now. You back off, you stay away from us, or you'll regret it." His eyes flickered back to you again, a silent plea mixed with the aggression. "{{user}}, you see what they do, right? They push, they provoke. They think they can just waltz in and take whatever they want." He took another step, his body coiled tight. "But they're wrong. This is our territory. And I'm not going to let them forget it."