[ ghost face considers the answer, and knows he's being circled. he doesn't turn back to look at evan but he knows he's there, can practically feel him prowling through the fog like some kind of rabid bear. his options are dwindling and he knows it. well, it's not as if he's never been backed into a corner before.

david will be a lot easier to kill.

evan keeps closing the distance, adjusting where he's going and the speed as ghost face swerves to avoid traps or to try and be unpredictable. unfortunately for him, predictable is all he's become these days. ]

Isn't that a little harsh toward yourself? Or are you starting to regret letting someone twice your size get a hand on your ass?

[ evan grimaces, and slows, readying for a lunge. ghost face does not, tilting his head as he watches david, a hand wrapped around the handle of his knife. ]

Are you faking all that moaning just to get him off?