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If she was surprised by Sverre's reaction, Eilin didn't show it. Any demon, when threatened, would snap. However, he was not just any demon. She had trusted him once. She had thought he died in the fires. She had been horribly mistaken. A part of her wasn't even certain whether she was more angry with him for what he had done or with herself for being so foolish in her younger years. If someone had realized what was happening, her life could have turned out very differently.

As stoic as her expression had become, pushing emotions to the dark corners of her mind, Eilin couldn't help but cringe slightly as he grabbed her wrist, squeezing it. It still felt tender from her earlier stunt and the adrenaline coursing through her system could only mask so much pain. She forced herself to not break eye contact, her gaze boring into his, almost as if daring him to do something. His tirade of questions only earned him a glare as she narrowed her eyes.

"I have a death wish," she gritted through her teeth, ignoring his first two demands entirely. "For your kind. So no more people have to suffer your twisted games." Eilin fell silent for a moment. One that didn't last very long. Suddenly, her glare broke to give way to a strangely amused smile. It was only part genuine, and likely caused by her own silent musings. "You get angry when we fight back," she observed. "Tougher to kill. Not crying in a corner, awaiting certain pain and death. Suddenly, you have to put in effort."

She had no idea where the taunts had even come from. It was almost as if she was naturally falling back into her old banter with Sverre. The very same techniques she used to tease him with relentlessly. She had to stop herself before she went any further. She scoffed, masking a moment of amusement. Only then did her smile falter again, nearly as quickly as it had appeared, her frown returning.

"We cannot always have what we want," she spoke, tilting her chin up slightly. It was an act of defiance. Even caught and held by a demon, she wasn't about to give into his questions without a fight.

Suddenly, she moved the hand that he still had a hold of, flicking it to the side and releasing the knife... Straight into her other, free, hand. Without waiting, she jerked forward, headbutting him before she pulled back and swiped at his head with the blade. There was something different about this attack, however. She aimed higher than she normally would, giving him an opportunity to duck under her arm. Meanwhile, she used the distraction to pull her other one free.

Spinning on the spot, she brought the knife around again, taking another swipe, this time lower. It was almost instantly followed by a kick to his side. The entire combination was delivered swiftly. The next moment, she sheathed the knife and twisted around, making a beeline for her spear. She tugged it out of the ground in passing, made it over to her bloody dagger, and swept that up as well. Then, to ensure her own continued safety, she slipped the dagger out of the way and in its place produced two small throwing knives.

Turning around, Eilin hurled them toward Sverre. It mattered not if they connected. They were purely for distraction. One which she used to duck behind a half-fallen house and from there she ran. She ran as if her life depended on it. As if the speed would grant her less pain. As if a wall of fire was rising up behind her. In truth, she had come to a realization that she simply could not kill Sverre. Even when she had the perfect opportunity for it, she did not take it. But neither could she reveal her identity to him and face the old memories they had shared. The only option left to her, suddenly, was escape. She could track him later. Find the pack. Kill them the first chance she had.

Before she knew what was happening, she had already reached the tree line of the forest and slipped stealthily into the shadowed landscape. She wasted no time finding a tree that she could climb with relative ease. From there, she took off along the branches, moving carefully yet quickly from one tree to another.