“You may make it to the weapon before me, your subtle shift tells me you want to, your frame and speed tells me you are likely faster than me, but ask yourself if you could use it to kill me faster than I get to you and rip out your throat?” He smiled at the woman nervously, his muscles were tense, and his weight shifted to prepare to chase her if need be, though he hoped it would not come to that.<br/><br/><br/>In an attempt to keep his voice calm and collected as he spoke more to her, given that he had just casually threatened her life he figured he needed to diffuse things a bit more, though that was far from his forte. “I’m Hanz, and I am hoping that this is the future. My goal was to escape the Greater Nazi Reich, I used the Zeitmaschine in a secret facility, about right here, which seems to have all but disappeared, and here I am. Now why do these men want me dead?” He raised an eyebrow to her as he wiped sweat from his brow, a bit of grime and dirt rubbing from his left forearm onto his forehead in the exchange.<br/><br/><br/>While he did not necessarily want to fight her, especially to kill her, he would do what was necessary for his survival. This woman was intriguing, her muscles did not appear normal, and her weight had been greater than expected for a woman of her stature. She was different, not quite like him, but definitely similar to him. The sweat stuck to his shirt and as Hanz took in deep breaths his massive pectoral muscles could be seen almost clearly through the white fabric as it was stretched tight.