"You're a fucking brat!"<br/><br/>Ethan was caught off guard for the third time that night, that not being the reaction he had been expecting. Taking half-step back as she began to advance on him, he stopped himself from drawing any number of nasty implements as she bared her teeth at him, his hands remaining still within the front pouch of his hoodie. As she ranted and raved and carried on, Ethan remained silent, unwilling to spur her anger any further. She seemed to have nearly snapped on him just then, and he reckoned that anything more would spell big trouble for him.<br/><br/>"You killed those people, nevermind us, but you've killed innocent human beings."<br/><br/>Ethan's masked face tilted again, though this time out of pure confusion rather than mimicking a bird. "I<span style="font-style: italic">what?!</span>" he cried, his tone shocked, indignant. "First of all, what I came across your friends doing to those people looked more like butchery than a good time. When half your throat is missing, I<span style="font-style: italic">think</span>that it can no longer be considered a love bite!" He began to pace irritably as he spoke, his mask's black acrylic lenses fixed on her all the while, unblinking.<br/><br/>"Second," he pulled an empty hand from the hoodie's pouch, pointing angrily at her as he spoke, "I have NEVER harmed a human being, EVER! You think, after giving you that whole speech about this part of town being under my protection, that I would harm my own?"<br/><br/>"Third, I<span style="font-style: italic">don't</span>come out here looking to kill. The idea is to rough you guys up enough to understand that I don't want you in this part of town. They always have the option to run, I tell them that after I give them a few lumps. Some have been smart enough to take it, but more just insist on fighting to the death. I have only killed four, no, three of you people. That one set<span style="font-style: italic">himself</span>on fire..."<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, remembering the aftermath of his first meeting with this woman. Ethan had been trying to call the cops when his phone was seized, and he was kicked into a pile of trash. His assailant had dropped the phone on the ground and stomped on it... unfortunately he had been standing on puddle of gasoline, and the sparks from the crushed phone had set him ablaze like an undead bonfire.<br/><br/>"The point is," he continued, shoving his hand back into his front pouch, "I'm not trying to be Van Helsing, or Simon Belmont out here." He explained, doubting she would get the Castlevania reference and immediately regretted making it. "I just want people to be able to go about their lives without having to worry about being eaten alive. If that makes me the monster, then fine."