It was a lack of Rings that stayed his hand, but he would already have his tonfas ready to ram into Mammon's face had base materials not been a defining factor in this battle. The fact that the Guardians had destroyed the Vongola Rings had been weighing heavily on his mind since the problems with the Millefiore began, but never had it weighed heavier than they did in that moment.

Hibari swallowed his rage-- and slammed a bare fist into an adjacent tree, rattling the dead leaves that still clung to the withered branches in the frigid cold. The wood crunched and splintered, biting into the bare flesh seemingly without Hibari's notice.

The little bird peered out of a coat pocket with a worried little peep. "Hibari. Hibari."

Was it time to flutter off?