Ah. But luck has its part to play in all this. And she's just a fraction of a second too slow, just enough for him to dip his shoulder downward, to spin and strike at her back with a rake of his blade.

But he doesn't pursue, not yet. Not when he sees an opportunity. If she were anyone of Washington or York's cut, he wouldn't bother, but there's just enough there for him to deliberate getting himself another foothold, if he can help it.

"You're just trying to survive around the hero-types, that it? What a fine line to walk. Been there, you know. Locus too. He ever tell you about Chorus?"

Just chatting away, casual as you please.