Barricade was ready for it, either to snap back or start a damn fight regardless of who instigated. He'd had larger and nastier than Qilby back him into a corner and pressure him into a scuffle. The fact that he was still alive, thousands of years later, was proof enough of what he could face and survive.

The chance to make good on his threat was gone almost as quickly as it had come, as Qilby looked away from him and faltered. Oh, so now he agreed with him? Get him all wound up for a fight he'd been wanting since he arrived here, then revert to the meek old man? Furious, Barricade slammed his fist into the cavern wall above Qilby's head, before pulling away and walking half a stride back. He stilled when he picked up on the same noise that the Meister did, realizing now what had brought about the change. Nothing like a little outside pressure to put things into perspective.

He looked down at Qilby's offered hand, realizing he would have rather fight the man than try to transform. The easy way was never the right way, unfortunately. As for how useless Qilby thought he wasn't, Barricade would believe it only when he saw it.

"Fine," he growled, optics darting between the hand and the steadily increasing sound down the passage. Barricade was all too aware of how phenomenally bad what was about to say would sound. "Just - give me a minute."