Maximus wasn't a man to make idle threats. He could feel the rage bubbling in his blood and he knew himself well enough to know that it could easily break to the surface and explode out of him. So when he'd turned his back he'd meant it. A firm dismissal, and a warning.

The fact that Enjolras had to get the last word - and a word so utterly, obviously wrong - caused him to grab the blade and turn on his heel, his eyes spitting daggers.

"Leave, or fight." He said, raising the blade to point it directly towards Enjolras' chest.