<em>He underestimated her... Even after all the times he had faced hunters, he had underestimated her, and he had faced the best. It must have been the memories that weren't his own, the flashes of images, the nagging feeling that something here was both familiar and off.<br/><br/>As he saw the punch coming and felt the leg tensing for the push beneath him, he did something risky. He leapt, swinging his body above her and using his clawed hands as a fulcrum, spinning in midair so he landed on all fours, quickly latching onto her wrists with his own strong grip. He stared down at her upside-down visage with an almost feral intensity, and if he wanted to try to rip out her throat, while she could certainly get in some good hits, he likely wouldn't have a problem. But, instead, he spoke.<br/><br/>"If I wanted to kill you just now, I would have. I don't. Now, let me make myself quite clear. I'm upset. You don't want to make me more upset. Precisely what you just accused me of is what happened to the woman I love three days ago. And I want vengeance. You'll give me what you know about the monster that did this. You will abandon this hunt. This one's </em>mine<em>."</em>