“Like I said...I won’t make it easy.” Onin smirked. Like a predator, he watched the others actions. He watched as Jackson observed the room; no doubt in search for a weapon. The only usable item in the room was the lamp, so he would have to go for that. Despite knowing how the other would act, Onin didn’t bother trying to prevent Jackson from escaping the room. He dodged the lamp and turned around in time to watch him flee the room.<br/><br/>“Good job! What’s next?” Onin mused; stalking after Jackson as he watched the other search for another weapon. The panic that filled the man would be his downfall. What would have been a useful weapon had been passed up for a fork. A fucking fork! “That’s cute...” The man chuckled. Unfortunately, he had to stop Jackson from fleeing before he did find the exit. If Jackson got outside it would be more challenging. He’d have to chase him down and hope no one tried to play hero.<br/><br/>Lounging forward, he grabbed the back of Jackson shirt and yanked him backwards and to the ground. “Oh, come on...you can do better than that.” Onin taunted. Rather than waiting for the other to get up, he maneuvered himself so he was hovering over Jackson and straddled his hips. Onin wasn’t trying to hard, as he hadn’t even bothered to pin Jackson’s arms down.