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As much as a strong woman impressed him, Sverre felt a growl rise in his throat at the human's words, her venomous hiss earning a snarl in response. She wanted them all dead huh? As if humans were any better, yet she thought to judge him? He was tempted to squeeze just a bit tighter, enough to start to cut off circulation. Thankfully for her, her wry smile puzzled him enough to interrupt his contemplation of the idea. In seconds, she was back to frowning again. Sverre grit his teeth, infuriated that he was actually becoming confused by a mere human, and secretly begging his subconscious to stop tormenting him with memories of his long lost friend. This woman's manner of speech even brought his friend to mind. He almost wanted to slap the woman for it.

As soon as he opened his mouth to retaliate for her blatant judgement of him and anything like him, the huntress released her knife only to catch it in her free hand, keeping him from seizing her again with a well placed headbutt. Sverre quickly ducked under her arm as she sliced her knife through the air at his head, cursing as he did so. Should've grabbed both wrists. He reached forward to grab her, only to be pushed off by a strong kick a mere second afterwards. Sverre got up in an instant, darting over and scooping up his broadsword to intercept her attacks just as his opponent ran for her spear.

In hot pursuit, Sverre once more ducked under a volley of knives aimed at his head. These ones weren't aimed carefully like the others, and he dodged with almost unimaginable ease. Was she tiring out now? Ready to engage her in a fight once more, he faltered at the sudden change in behavior. Instead of coming back towards him with the fury she had shown before, the human was running as fast as she possibly could. What in the hell was up with this human?!

"Running away now?!" Sverre shouted in disbelief, running after the woman for several minutes before just stopping, staring off in disbelief as she fled past the trees and disappeared. Sverre frowned, sheathing his sword. Fine, no sense in chasing after a coward. Someone who lost all will to fight was not worth persuing. And she had seemed so ready to fight him, so sure in her convictions. "Stupid woman...." Sverre muttered, shaking his head. Maybe she was crazy.