It felt, in a weird way, like Caz had never watched the other Greeed so closely before. He stilled his hands as the other approached as mockingly as possible, swallowing his metaphorical tongue, and not spewing a single insult.

Then, the idiot bird turned his attention to something else squawking- Cazai didn't think to see who or what -and the Greeed shifted forms, lashing out to jam his claws in to two key places...that stupid Greeed arm, and his opposite shoulder. His surroundings didn't matter, and he leaned in, hissing his demand.

"Where...are my medals...?"