Rosemary
Kallista waited in front of the tree, waiting for him to make the choice. It was much more polite than simply rushing to attack, wasn't it? She felt as if she had a sense of dignity. While eager to complete the job, she was patient. Kallista was willing to wait, as long as everything went as it intended to. When he finally responded, she narrowed her eyes almost immediately. It would not be pleasing in her eyes to hear a lecture as to why she shouldn't take him in. A job was a job, and there were no exceptions. 

The Hunter moved her head as he stepped to the side of the tree. Maelon had his thought, but it was not a misunderstanding. Immediately, her eyes landed on the dagger in his right and the bottle of what she assumed to be liquor in the other. She could smell the faint but familiar scent of liquor. It was easily identifiable. Her first instinct was that he might attempt something, since he was trying to convince her it was a misunderstanding. Her hand tightened on the pommel of her sword and she pursued her lips in clear disapproval. 

The flash of a smile told her everything before she could even react, and the words that came afterward. Her eyes widened in surprise as the bottle was chucked in her direction. Kallista immediately ducked, but unfortunately, the glass shattered against her horns and the remaining liquor spilled, getting on her face and clothes. Cursing loudly in what seemed to be Furian, she turned in the direction he might have ran in and sprinted in that direction in hopes of catching him. 

Meanwhile, Vaenyx noticed him dash through the trees and brush. The Drakon turned around abruptly atop of the trees, causing some of the trees to topple over one another due to his weight, but he did not move further. His gaze followed Maelon. Not yet. Kallista came out of the trees, her eyes landing on movement in the distance. She could run for a long time, but could he? That will be the deciding factor if she catches up or he outruns her.
Edward
A moment was all he needed - or at least all he hoped that he needed. Even though he did not look back to see whether or not Kallista had been able to follow his direction, the curses told him what he needed to know. Maelon didn't look back when he heard the trees toppling over. He did not want to know if the Drakon was chasing him, and in truth, it was helping drive his desperation to run as fast as he possibly could anyway. 

The brush and the trees in truth did slow him down, but he was running as though his life depended on it. For all he knew, it could. Even though his quick diversion likely would have ensured that he had a lead on Kallista, it didn't mean that she wouldn't be able to hear him snapping twigs and kicking through the brush. His desperate run may have even been a disadvantage for him, as the further he ran, the more exhausted he would become. He could run, but he couldn't run forever. 

As he ran, he occasionally stumbled on a branch or a root, slowing him down just enough that Kallista may have a chance to catch up with him. Even though his way of life meant that he found himself running from guards and angry merchants, it did not necessarily mean that he was a long distance runner. Before too long, he was huffing and slowing down, and was finding himself tripping on roots and brush, needing to take more and more time to regain his footing. Once, he tripped and fell to his elbows, then out of breath but still full of a desperation to escape, scrambled to hide behind a nearby tree, holding his dagger tightly with a white knuckle.
Rosemary
Despite the darkness of the night, Kallista was fast enough to keep Maelon in her sight, at least. If she kept up her current speed, she would be able to see him, but not catch him. The goal was, that she wouldn't tire herself out by the time she caught him, and hopefully, he would tire out. Vaenyx kept eyes on Maelon, still unmoving as if having an entertaining time observing. He was not a threat in the situation, but Maelon had not yet realized that. 

Through the trees and brush, Kallista followed Maelon. While it was hard to see through the trees, the sounds of snapped twigs and kicking through the brush helped greatly. She determined once she caught him, it would be wisest to get quick to fight him before he came up with another distraction. At least, it didn't seem like he had another bottle of liquor. At some point, as they got deeper into the wooded areas, she had a chance to catch up but chose not to. She was waiting for the right moment. At times, she slowed down to jump over a branch or root, to prevent tripping but kept going. 

Eventually, the sound of him running ahead told her he was slowing down as less sound was being made. The distance they ran was a far one, and the Drakon was nowhere to be seen. It was only the two of them now. Kallista stopped several feet away from the tree he was hiding behind, catching her breath for a few seconds before she spoke. "It's about time. Are you ready to come now or do you have another bottle to throw at me?" She said, her tone cold and slightly irritated. In that moment, the sound of steel being unsheathed was heard. 

Kallista moved forward, inching closer to the tree slowly. Her steps could be heard faintly, due to the amount of leaves and sticks in the area.
Edward
Maelon sat silently against the tree for a moment, his breaths ragged. His legs were trembling slightly from the effort of running, and he could feel the sweat beginning to run down his face. 

As the sound of Kallista approaching halted, he tried to quiet his breaths, though it was nearly impossible with how out of breath he was. In truth, the combination of the liquor and running was making him feel awful. That mixed with the adrenaline and the fear made him feel like he was going to be sick. 

"I'm not coming with you." He called out between breaths, knowing hiding wouldn't be of any use. Kallista clearly knew he was behind the tree. "However much you were offered, I promise I can pay more to make you forget you ever saw me. How's that for a plan?" He asked, peeking around the tree slowly. But, now that she had drawn her sword, the man's expression turned to one of fear. "*Shit.*" He hissed.

He scrambled to his feet, slipping a little on the leaves as he did so. "I said this was all a misunderstanding. Don't do something you'd regret." He said slowly, holding his dagger in front of himself in preparation. In truth, he knew he was horrible when it came to a fight, especially one with blades, but he hoped that he would intimidate her enough to make her stand down.