Sun Mote Copse tell me that story about the west again

The dark male smirked at Slavik, and at that point Slavik realized that this was not longer competition, but that the other was toying with him. Some sick game was being played, and Slavik wanted no part. He started to back away when he was charged, this time he was ready so her side stepped quickly, the other grazing right past him. His heart beat quickened and face Behemoth again, head down defensively.

He let loose a disgusted growl, What’s your problem? If you wanted the stupid thing you should’ve asked. It was a poor attempt at diffusing the situation, but even in a state of fear and rage Slavik preferred to talk it out. He wouldn’t try again should this fail.