Haunted Wood You let your feet run wild.

He wasn't going to answer him. Sore as he was, physically as well as mentally with the ego-reducing fight behind him, Revui had never been particularly fascinated by words and their use. He prefered grim silence, or the satisying noises of battle, the taste of a win, over anything words could provide. So the stranger goaded him, looming over the pit, giving Revui a decent spectacle to observe; he recognized the dark shape and found them appealing for their evident size and strength, but that was it.

Perhaps if the stranger came closer... Perhaps, if they were infuriated enough by Revui's inactivity and driven to some sort of extreme, the gagoyle could use their behavior against them. Catch them, pull them down in to the pit. He was hungry - and the stranger had enough heft to spare. For now Revui watched them in brooding silence, eyes hungry but full of loathing, focused on the stranger's duo toned eyes.