[ Picking off stragglers ( read: locating last-minute lostlings ) is how he spends the rest of his time with the maze. With several solid drinks and a round of smoke in him, as well, the woman who leaps out at him genuinely alarms him -- he jumps immediately, all limb and blown pupils. Much like her, there is something cat-like about him -- some foreign sort of beast that reacts much like a startled cat, flinging himself backwards and up into the air.
When he comes down, it's in a crouch, half-collapsed into a heap of shattered corn stalks. ]
You! Again! [ IT'S HER, THE ONE WHO PUNCHED HIM BEFORE THE REAPER ]
bring it on......
When he comes down, it's in a crouch, half-collapsed into a heap of shattered corn stalks. ]
You! Again! [ IT'S HER, THE ONE WHO PUNCHED HIM BEFORE THE REAPER ]
What are you doing here, have you come to fight!
[ He's ready this time! ]