If it was not for the fact that he was embroiled in the middle of a conspiracy, Schwarzpferd might have otherwise laughed at Tuxedo Mask's reaction to his vague threat. It was too literal, too focused on him as the cause of the troubles in Tokyo. Did he oversell himself as a target? Well, it was too late to worry over things like that now. The police were all gathered up outside of the construction zone as planned, and now he only needed to finish this last job before moving on to the next goal.
Schwarzpferd tensed up when Sailor Moon shifted her posture, calling forth her purifying magic to wash over him. There it was again, that bright energy..! The wanted man squinted his eyes in a vain effort to keep the pure light out, raising one hand towards his face as a defensive reflex. The light was discomforting to behold, yet he wasn't actually being harmed.
"What is this..?" Schwarzpferd growled, retreating a few steps backward as if preparing himself to defend against a sudden attack.