[A growl, and Asch doesn't turn away from his slow, if intent, path. It's just to register his displeasure, at being in this situation, at having this dreck trailing after him. Why can't he leave him alone?!

[The thought occurs not to respond -- but before the thought can become action, Asch is already talking, his tone scathing.]

Stupid. That's not even what you're doing! You're just afraid of stepping wrong. It's pathetic, you coward.