From One to Another

A trick for a trick, eh? Someone who was ignorant in the verse of manipulation could not pick up on her simple little words, yet Slade was a master of such an art. It made him sick exactly that she would think she could pass such a trick on him, and retreat, unscathed, so he determined his words carefully, though blunt.

Acidly, though the smirk was place upon his maw, the brute replied,

"You realize that I can easily murder you in this, yes? After all, the smell of your blood tinged the air, and you should be grateful I don't act upon my emotions, as we speak. Though I am a gentleman, I can be a savage, as well. Yet your offer stands, and I accept it. And along with it...I wish you luck."

Slade stared at her, this greyscale girl who had quite a significant amount of courage to face him. Then again, underestimating this girl could prove a mishap he could regret. So in that case, he would have to be keen on keeping her away. He would have to focus more on speed, reliving the agility courses he had put himself through.