Warehouse Number 31 [Erzsébet]

[Marko Iliev]

Her words were still of no consolation. The outskirts of the military district were still the military district, and even if he was 'barely at risk', he had no desire to set foot in the area altogether. Marko thinned his eyes into slits, watching the woman seem to admire the old sword in her hands. Was she starting to think they were more than just junk, or something? He certainly didn't agree with her, were that the case.

"I'd like to see you try." He scoffed, in a half-murmur, but it was at that moment that she turned the sword at him. This took him by surprise, widening his eyes and forcing him to stare straight at the point in bewilderment for a second. What the hell was she doing, threatening him with that piece of crap? His brow furrowed once more, and he looked back towards her, slowly raising his hands as if to give the impression he was giving in...

...Although, that wasn't the case at all. He could still see the trap door in his peripheral vision, and he paced very slowly around the opening in the floor, until he was at the opposite side to her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hissed, happening to know the answer to that perfectly well, but quite intent on throwing her focus off for a moment.

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A mild frown painted Erzsébet's face at his actions, though she still tried her best to keep it blank. She shrugged slightly when he spoke, sword still held at the ready, grip tightening as he moved around the trapdoor.

Judging his disbelieve to be due to the fact she had decided not to draw out her gun, she felt that answering him would be rather pointless, but who knew, maybe it would keep him calm enough from doing something that could be considered stupid. At any rate, any chance there was to lessen his sentence and prevent this dilemma from getting worse, she was willing to take.

"What do you think, sir?" She was slowly circling to where he was, gaze fixed to his face, her muscles taut and ready for any sudden move on his part. "I'm placing you under arrest. Now, if you would just cooperate..."

She knew damn well he probably wouldn't, but the unspoken last chance to simply give himself in was still there, offered in an undercurrent under her last sentence. Either he would pick up on it and comply, pick up on it and lash out, or he would miss it completely and lash out anyway.

The odds weren't looking good, but that didn't prevent her from trying to close in on him with the hope he wouldn't freak out on her or something.

[Marko Iliev]

Soothing his shock, telling himself to keep calm, Marko’s eyes slid downwards very slightly towards the dull glint of one of the antique swords still tucked away in the womb of the trap door. It was sink or swim; the woman was following him around as he circled the opening in the floor step by step. He gave her yet another dark glower, quickly, so as to disguise the movement of his gaze downwards.

Just a little further…

He anticipated she was ready to strike, should any of his actions be faster than the pace he was already taking. He held his breath, clenching and unclenching his fingers tightly… Just a little further… There. At once, he dropped to the ground over the edge of the trap door, his right hand outstretched towards the pile of old weapons. He hit the floor on his chest with an ‘Oof’ sound, clutching onto the upright handle of the sword he’d been spying. Rolling quickly onto his back, he tugged the blade out of the box, ready to block any attacks the woman would launch at him.