“I don’t think. I know. I’ve trespassed on your territory and you’re going to wind up killing me because we both know that scaring me off isn’t an option,” Matthieu calmly retorts. The ahamkara was wasting his time and honestly he’d rather things be done and over with rather than dragged out.

“I don’t have to give you anything. Only just met and you demand respect as if you’re the end all be all but you’re not. I’ve seen worse on the Moon.”

The hunter peels off to the left, starting back up on his trek towards his Fallen targets. He’s survived this long so he’ll keep doing what works best. Even if that’s giving a massive creature of desire and sharp bits a metaphorical finger.