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There was a certain joy he took from announcing himself to most - unless he was desperate for a meal, that quick kill; Vengeance had a kick out of watching the horror come across their faces, that fear, or anger, that pure desire to save one's skin against an opponent who had every intention of killing them and devouring them. He loved it when they had some fight left in them. 

The little one especially. The black male at her side was good at hiding his fear, but her, she was obvious. It excited him further. He would deal with her companion first, let that fear continue to sink in before he went after her - to soak in that horror, that sight that he would bestow before hunting her down to continue his rampage. 

An offer. He was all ears. The gangly man was quick-witted, unlike others who would try their best to fight and flee, he was using a different tactic, and Vengeance was beyond intrigued. Keep talking. He said after a moment, picking apart the words that the other had chosen to use. But that was this man's moment, to speak, and Vengeance would choose whether or not he was indeed useful to the brown behemoth alive, or better off filling his belly, along with that companion of his.