[ She watches him in stillness, and in silence. She doesn't make the mistake of watching only his hands, or the weapon he's made for himself. That road leads to a foolish death, so she follows her training and watches the whole of him. Marking how he moves across the ground, the careful way he plants his feet, the scar on his hip that has the distinctive shape and sheen of a gunshot wound. She has one of her own up on her shoulder, and she takes care to keep the mark hidden now because it fucks with her mobility and no one - no one at all - needs to know that about her.
This could still turn. By right, she ought to charge him and take him down now. A knife through his throat, then to his skull. Hang him from a tree so the rest of the world will remember what they are, what they really are deep down.
But she doesn't move. She merely watches him, and waits, and he watches her in turn. No doubt making the same or a very similar threat calculus. Which one of them is faster?
She gives him a thin, humorless smile. ]
I already gave you something. I'm not giving you more. So, I suggest you go now.
[ Or she'll just have to chase him down, won't she? ]
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This could still turn. By right, she ought to charge him and take him down now. A knife through his throat, then to his skull. Hang him from a tree so the rest of the world will remember what they are, what they really are deep down.
But she doesn't move. She merely watches him, and waits, and he watches her in turn. No doubt making the same or a very similar threat calculus. Which one of them is faster?
She gives him a thin, humorless smile. ]
I already gave you something. I'm not giving you more. So, I suggest you go now.
[ Or she'll just have to chase him down, won't she? ]