"Finally I've found you."
Elijah remained perfectly still, with the sharp edge of the scythe pressing lightly against his throat. One wrong move, and he'd be depacitated on the spot.
He knew for sure, to who belonged this voice, this scythe, and this sense of bloodlust.
'Calliope...'
"Did you get lost perhaps? If I remember correctly, this is the men's room right?" Elijah replied.
And then as soon as he finished those words, he moved.
With a sharp twist of his wrist, he smacked the flat side of the scythe away from his throat, creating just enough space to duck under the blade. Calliope's grip was strong, thus Elijah decided to use it as an opportunity to open the distance between them.
But...
She anticipated it.
Spinning on her heel, Calliope redirected the strike with her forearm and retaliated with a knee to his ribs.
