Phoenix Maplewood and with that timber, burn a hundred fires

Only at the very back of his mind does the frantic screech of a third part register. And he would have remained in perfect ignorance of the other, had the individual not ran straight into his side. His feet skidded an inch sideways upon the other's impact, not doing nearly enough to fully unsteady him. Vaati shrugged it off quickly; he was a big unit, very little did enough to unbalance his solidified frame. However, no sooner later did he find himself sandwiched between two strangers, essentially rubbing themselves against him in an attempt to what he presumed to be halting his attack. It was a tricky situation, his grip on the girl slackened and he realized quickly that in short time the combined effort of two against one would render him at a significant disadvantage. Had the two encountered the version of Vaati that existed nearly half a year ago, he would not have feined so easily. To battle them both in a berserker fashion with zero mind for consequence would have been the ideal route of choice, if Vaati was still the immature teen he believed to have left behind. As he assessed the situation, he found that the balance of effort against reward was not an equal one, and therefore, not worth his time. It was something he had learned by experience, to choose his battles wisely. If Vaati was to make any good use of a killing spree, it was imperative he could bring himself to acknowledge when it was wise to walk away. 

Breaking from the cluster, he leaves a chilling glare upon the unlucky individuals who had unknowingly sealed their fate in picking a fight with him. Internalizing their scents in the same way he did with all those he marked for death, Vaati sends a feral warning growl in the direction of the duo who dared to oppose him. With it carried a promise that should he encounter any of them alone again, it would be the last time they had the pleasure of walking the earth. When their minds began to blissfully forget the incidents that transpired between them today, he would return to finish the job. But for now, the man departs at a dead run, aiming to lose them before his trail is followed.