Barricade went well out of his way to make himself as unlikable as possible. That way he didn't always have to rely on his claws to get himself out of a mess, especially if he knew fighting wouldn't get him anywhere. As far as he was concerned, Qilby could call him a whiny little hatchling and he'd be happy about it.

"It's never clean at this range," he said. He was never much for sniper rifles or anything like that anyways. All you had to do was stay clear of the enemy target until you were close enough to kill it. Easy as that. While the Meister certainly had some fight in him, it obviously wasn't Barricade's style.

By now the Kishin had stunned itself nearly senseless, swaying back and forth on its feet like it was nothing more than a blade of grass on a windy day. With one last pained whimper, it slumped to the ground, rolling to one side. It looked as if was going to try and slide away from them by pushing its front claws out, but it was so addled the coordination was all wrong.

"What are you waiting for, an invitation?" Put the damn thing out of its misery so he could eat its soul already. Watching it die was just wasting time. "You're not going to get a better shot at it than right now."