"Madam Please! You are familiar with my scent enough now, that even I am able to deduce you know it is me when you hurl this axes. I hide behind trees in order to keep myself from being struck, not to stalk." *He pleads with the large Russian Huntress as he removes the hatchet from the trunk of the tree he was hiding behind. He approaches her with her hatchet in hand, holding it out for her to retrieve from his grasp.* "Whether it is a test or a game you enjoy playing, please do not think of me such as one would think of another white masked stalker.. the smaller one. Not the large one."
“ don’t feel so special, i do that to everyone. your head’s still on your body, right? “
it wasn’t that anna was going it out of malice per se, it was just a bad habit on her end. the reflex to attack anything that crept up on her overrode any familiarity she might’ve had with it.
besides, she knew he wouldn’t die on the chance that she actually struck him down — which, she didn’t! — so it was no foul to her.
“ what do you want, now? “
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