[ There's very little he's interested in taking from her. He wants her silence. He wants to erase the error that allowed her to learn his identity. This situation will spiral beyond control unless dealt with -- coldly, swiftly. The Reaper is good at that. He has no problem taking over control, dictating what to do, who to kill. It's why he's not only survived in his world -- but excelled. ]
[ In the dark, Hei uses the second-hand glow of streetlamps to guide him. Alert for anything: sound, scent, shadow. He's been trained to fight in pitch-blackness, to never trust any one sense completely. Temporary blindness, frags, concussion grenades, you have to be able to adapt to survive. Dimly, he catches a rustle of blankets. The afterechoes of motion, albeit quiet. But years of experience have whetted his insticts. ]
[ There. ]
[ He has blades -- stilettos -- concealed in his clothes. But he won't use them yet. Shifting sideways, back against the wall, he draws a screwdriver from his pocket. Tosses it to the far-left, where it hits the wall with a clatter. All a ruse -- a distraction -- before he lunges at Korra, unnervingly fast. ]
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[ In the dark, Hei uses the second-hand glow of streetlamps to guide him. Alert for anything: sound, scent, shadow. He's been trained to fight in pitch-blackness, to never trust any one sense completely. Temporary blindness, frags, concussion grenades, you have to be able to adapt to survive. Dimly, he catches a rustle of blankets. The afterechoes of motion, albeit quiet. But years of experience have whetted his insticts. ]
[ There. ]
[ He has blades -- stilettos -- concealed in his clothes. But he won't use them yet. Shifting sideways, back against the wall, he draws a screwdriver from his pocket. Tosses it to the far-left, where it hits the wall with a clatter. All a ruse -- a distraction -- before he lunges at Korra, unnervingly fast. ]