Chrys was harder to track the darker it got. Niegel wasn't in a panic and was thinking clearly despite the headache he was now sporting. This was hardly convenient or enjoyable but he wasn't running for his life, bleeding away on an empty stomach. He had the advantage of being the aggressor while Chrys was his prey. He'd keep him on the run for as long as it would take but Chrys had to understand he would exhaust himself before Niegel. In his desperation he would make mistakes.<br/><br/>Niegel carried on confidently. He was a man who didn't care about anything at that point, even the consequences of his actions. If he was outsmarted and somehow the boy got away from him, well, that would be a failure on his part. His future was already forfeit as he'd seen it. He didn't particularly want it anymore anyway. He did want to finish what he started but he wasn't as worried as he should have been given how close to escape Ron's son was. He could tell it but as he was closing down on Chrys would break his composure and he'd bolt. Niegel was hot after him, listening closely for sounds that would give Chrys away. The sounds of him crashing through the forest, Niegel right behind him would give him away.<br/><br/>Chrys changed tactics when he faltered, knowing he'd lost precious time picking his body off the ground. He went on the defensive and when Niegel was just feet from him he made his threats, back to a tree. He looked like a caged dog baring teeth he only just realized he had. His other hand was on his stomach and he was slightly hunched, as if in pain on top of being out of breath. His lungs would have acted greedily in his panic, taking more than was needed and resulting in a lightheadedness. He didn't sound convincing to Niegel, though he certainly tried. Maybe it was just that he'd dealt with much more serious threats. Chrys, panting and shaking, even with a makeshift weapon wasn't all that intimidating looking. Niegel smiled, shaking his head. Niegel lunged, no hesitation in his movements, hands out to grab the young man but keeping his face at a distance. Chrys' arm flailed, coming in contact with where Niegel was most open, slicing into his hand. It didn't stop the man who knew not disarming his target would only result in further injury. His chest and arms were covered in the material of a jacket and the weapon could only penetrate so deep. It wasn't a knife but thin glass with a sorry handle. Dangerous if he went still and allowed the boy to slit his throat, perhaps.<br/><br/>“You should have hidden the weapon,” he pointed out, wrestling Chrys to the ground, digging his dumb into the wrist in an afford to get him to let go. The blood coming from his hand made everything a bit slippery but since it wasn't spurting he wasn't too worried. “There are only a few vital places you might be able to slice someone with that to get them to bleed out with something like that. You would have had to be strategic. You gave yourself away and gave me a target. You should have let me underestimate you. I might not have left those vulnerable areas open to you.” His heart was pounding away from the adrenaline and he didn't yet feel the pain in his hand. It was almost exciting having been tracking him and now successfully having him in his grasp once more.<br/><br/>“You're so cold, Chrys. Cut yourself up pretty good too, I see.” He straddled the young man, grinding down into him as he put his other hand on his chin, speaking close into his ear. “Your daddy and I used to play these games too. One would sneak off and the other would track. We'd fight and Ron would win almost always, not that I was complaining. Our blood would be pumping like this and he'd shove me down into the dirt and fuck me hard.” The excitement seemed as if it had restored something for Niegel, even despite the blood coming from his hand. With low visibility he couldn't tell exactly who it was beneath him but he could pretend this was one of the few times he managed to take the advantage over Ron. The struggling didn't annoy him so much anymore so much as it enticed him.