[closed] Enough to knife, to death

[firebornfidelis]

Who: Riza Hawkeye and Malfatto
When: Sunday night, so... tonight!
Where: That Alley
Format: Action
What: A rematch, a rendezvous, a 'second date.'
Warnings: Well. Violence. Also Malfatto. He's a warning in and of himself, isn't he?

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[malfattore]

{In truth, he was only a few paces behind her, trailing along, keeping a good 10ft between himself and the one he was... pretty damn sure wasn't arriving with it in mind to make the same mistake twice.

No, he knew it. Knew her, to an extent. Knew and understood that rage, that need for closure. Vendetta was a weighted word, no matter what tongue it was spoken in.

Keeping each step in time with her own, his tread light for a man his size, his bulk, our Templar knows all the ins and outs of stalking prey. He'd done it countless times, countless, concluding most ventures with the satisfying, swift destruction of a larynx, leaving the other gasping fruitlessly like a fish out of water.

Not tonight, though. No.

Ceasing his step, he allows her to progress further five more steps, eight, ten.}

Riza.

[firebornfidelis]

[She paused at the sound of his voice, her senses sharpening, but she does not turn at first. Will not spin around as if startled, will show no fear. From the one spoken word - her name - she can tell now where he is standing, how far. Her grip on the handgun tightens.

She finally turns, almost casually, to face him and she can see him well even in the dim light. His mask is bright even in shadow. But she's faced much more horrifying things than him in dark alleys, things that were nothing human. This shadow is just a man.

Her face is blank of all emotion, a mask in an of itself.]

Malfatto. There you are.