he meant people all from the start - soup!

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify;"]Regardless of whether Tsuyu managed to catch the knife, Floris was already out of its trajectory, stepping smoothly to the side, and he didn't deign to pay Butch any attention, overlooking the smaller squishy; his gaze was solely for Stryker, mandibles pulled taut against his face while red steadily crept in the corners of his vision. Floris didn't heed Dmitri's comments either, a single-minded focus entering every muscle beneath leathery skin. He'd done well in his own people's military for the son of a disgraced general, but he'd never received command because he had a temper, the kind that chose the most inconvenient of times to tear free, the kind that didn't give a damn about collateral. The dragon was already stepping forward, good eye trained unwaveringly on his target. "It'll be extinguished when your throat's on my claws." Floris lunged, swiping out at the lion's face in an attempt to either blind or bloody his vision enough for a distraction.

/lmao go ahead