<strong>Ammon cornering Ryann</strong><br/><br/>A dark smile spread across his features as he tilted his head back while approaching towards her, as she moved her back to the wall and got into a defensive stance. His dark eyes fixed on her as he stepped down into the water slowly. Both feet entering into it, as he paced towards her with a slow yet deliberate pace. Raising his hands to crack his knuckles before responding<strong>I will, will I?"</strong>His tone almost mocking as he stopped in front of her and licked his lips briefly for a moment.<br/><br/>Looking her up and down, Ammon's nostrils flared very lightly before he spoke in a huskier tone<strong>"Fine then, woman. Make your move. I would not deny you a chance to protect yourself from certain death."</strong>His hand slamming down on the wall next to her as his eyes fixed on hers and he said<strong>"Offer me some sort of sport."</strong>A light growl escaping at the back end of the statement.