|klaus mikaelson (howeverlong) wrote in hellascenes,
Klaus was surprised at how well she took the blows he rained down on her. She wasn't a vampire - he could hear the way her heart pounded with the exertion as they fought. But what human could match him so readily? He growled at her as she kept coming. The girl was long forgotten - he hadn't been looking for a snack anyway. Klaus was fully focused on the task at hand, which would be beating the woman before him and getting her out of the way. "Not as long as you're sticking around," he shot back at her.
Klaus managed to match her blow for blow, moving flawlessly. After all, he had a thousand years under his belt - which included plenty of wars and countless skirmishes. The way he moved gave it away, that he was far older than his looks suggested. It was that fact that gave him arrogance. He moved effortlessly, but he moved carelessly. Klaus knew he couldn't be killed and so his moves left him open frequently. Whatever she thought she was doing, it was only going to end in her death. "With or without the rules, you're still dead, love," he countered her with a smirk and a scoff before he lunged at her.