[Such anger for one so young. It reminds Ushahin with a sad pang of Tanaros. His cousin had rage that had lasted for a thousand years. Even it wasn't enough to save him in the end. His eyes move and meet Ronan's gaze with one of his own. His eyes are far older than his body seems to suggest. He is old, he is wearied from battle, and he is grows tired of this young upstart. Just a moment, there's a quick, darting bit of pain he sends towards the youth's mind. It's like the prick of a needle, a sharp, stabbing pain there for just a moment before it is gone again.]

In the current scheme of things, you mean about as much as a grasshopper does to a boot.

[In other words, back off, or he'll crush Ronan like the little insect that he is.]