"Perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement, instead." Erik's arms crossed loosely against his chest, guard never completely dropping. His eyes had lightened into a silvery green as he waited for the hitter's response, keeping the doorway exit blocked with his body.
And Eliot didn't budge an inch from his arms crossed and feet squared position. The other man had his exit blocked and looked like he might actually have enough bulk to keep it blocked, but Eliot wasn't concerned about that.
"No, don't think so," he scoffed, "Someone paid for me to deliver the goods." What he came to retrieve burned hotly in his pocket.
Erik would not have placed this man as a thief, but then, people were always surprising him. He tilted his head to the side, just the smallest of gestures as his eyes fell to Eliot's pocket before rising to meet his determined eyes once more. Clearly, Eliot was not aware of exactly who, or what, he was dealing with.
"Is that so." His tone was dismissive, bored even as he shifted to stop leaning on the entrance way, more firmly blocking the only escape path to the windowless room. He could stand there all day if he had to, Erik could be very patient when it was to his benefit.
Eliot smirked back full of confidence of one who had strength and wasn't afraid to use it. "My clients rarely are."
And he suddenly moved, two steps forward to close the distance and the arms that were crossed before were now striking forward at an astonishing pace with tight fists at their ends. Eliot was smaller in height but he made up for it in speed, and he counted on the element of surprise to be on his side when he moved into the other's personal space with the intention of putting in three consecutive punches to knock him out of his way.
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The speed might have worked to catch Erik off guard if he were someone different, and Eliot got one punch in before he had caught him by the wrist, two more to snag the other. They seemed to have done little more than push Erik back a step before he was twisting them behind Eliot's back and shoving him into the door frame brutally. Pressing up with just the right twist and pressure to lock his wrists together. He leaned his weight into Eliot, voice low and sharp with danger
Eliot registered that this man was tougher than he originally anticipated, but by the time he could reflect upon the miscalculation, he found himself twisted around from strength he never met and pushed against the door. His chest hit the side of the frame at a bruising angle, and he ground his teeth together as he tried to push back using the wooden panel as leverage.
It was like pushing up against a stone wall, literally. The body behind him was cool and immovable, and although he couldn't be sure with the movements of his attempted struggle, he didn't seem to have winded the other.
What the fuck?
Slowing down to accept that he wasn't escaping for the moment, Eliot held rigid under Erik's arms. "What are you?"
What, not who. Erik chuckled, a low sound that came from deep within his throat. Clever man, to already have picked up on that. He ran his tongue idly over sharp fangs, contemplating his response.
He could smell the coppery twist of the iron rich blood thrumming beneath Eliot's skin. It was rich and thick and the man's speedy heart rate intensified his awareness of it as he breathed in through his nose. It might not have been necessary, but it was certainly enjoyable.
As his struggles slowed, the force pressing Erik into the door frame lessened, though his grip on Eliot's wrists did not.
"I did try to barter with you. You see, that item doesn't belong to me, anymore than it does to you, but I do not take kindly to those who steal from me, or from my fledgling." His lips twisted cruelly into a sharp and dangerous grin, the flash of his teeth only visible for a moment.
Eliot faced his share of tough opponents while running solo over the years, but this man was of a separate league entirely. That the person merely chuckled to his question confirmed that something questionable was definitely going on.
When the presence of the stone wall behind him shifted back, Eliot pushed away from the door frame to lessen some of the pressure off his chest. From the unbreakable grip still on his wrists, he could tell he wasn't going anywhere such that he didn't even bother try wasting his strength. He tried to twist around instead so he could at least see the man behind him and did it just in time to catch the chilling grin. He thought he saw a flash of sharp eyeteeth too, animal sharp, but he couldn't be sure.
"So whatcha want? Money? Teach me a lesson? Kill me?" He spoke like none of those options frightened him, and they didn't, although after what he might have or have not seen, he was wary.
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"No, don't think so," he scoffed, "Someone paid for me to deliver the goods." What he came to retrieve burned hotly in his pocket.
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"Is that so." His tone was dismissive, bored even as he shifted to stop leaning on the entrance way, more firmly blocking the only escape path to the windowless room. He could stand there all day if he had to, Erik could be very patient when it was to his benefit.
"They are going to be vastly disappointed."
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And he suddenly moved, two steps forward to close the distance and the arms that were crossed before were now striking forward at an astonishing pace with tight fists at their ends. Eliot was smaller in height but he made up for it in speed, and he counted on the element of surprise to be on his side when he moved into the other's personal space with the intention of putting in three consecutive punches to knock him out of his way.
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"Dead men don't deliver."
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It was like pushing up against a stone wall, literally. The body behind him was cool and immovable, and although he couldn't be sure with the movements of his attempted struggle, he didn't seem to have winded the other.
What the fuck?
Slowing down to accept that he wasn't escaping for the moment, Eliot held rigid under Erik's arms. "What are you?"
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He could smell the coppery twist of the iron rich blood thrumming beneath Eliot's skin. It was rich and thick and the man's speedy heart rate intensified his awareness of it as he breathed in through his nose. It might not have been necessary, but it was certainly enjoyable.
As his struggles slowed, the force pressing Erik into the door frame lessened, though his grip on Eliot's wrists did not.
"I did try to barter with you. You see, that item doesn't belong to me, anymore than it does to you, but I do not take kindly to those who steal from me, or from my fledgling." His lips twisted cruelly into a sharp and dangerous grin, the flash of his teeth only visible for a moment.
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When the presence of the stone wall behind him shifted back, Eliot pushed away from the door frame to lessen some of the pressure off his chest. From the unbreakable grip still on his wrists, he could tell he wasn't going anywhere such that he didn't even bother try wasting his strength. He tried to twist around instead so he could at least see the man behind him and did it just in time to catch the chilling grin. He thought he saw a flash of sharp eyeteeth too, animal sharp, but he couldn't be sure.
"So whatcha want? Money? Teach me a lesson? Kill me?" He spoke like none of those options frightened him, and they didn't, although after what he might have or have not seen, he was wary.
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