Kintla Flatlands Should've stayed at home...

There was something about the scent that she gave off that drove him mad. Since he had never had such an experience with such matters, the Silencer was oblivious to what this smell could be. All that he knew was that it burned his nostrils and drew him nearer. He was snapped out of these feeling as she countered his strike and he turned to her quickly as if he was brought back to reality. 

Acting quickly on both instinct and her actions, Atshen growled deeply in turn of her words, not particularly caring to answer her. Then, with impulse driving him, Atshen did what he did best: start a fight. Rearing on his hind legs, the two-toned male stuck, hoping to bring the woman down by crashing upon her with two heavy forepaws.