[Of course he'd try to run, it's predictable because he's human. All people have the instinct to live, no matter how small it may be in each individual. He wants to keep on living too, for something or other.
But she can't just live. She has to feel alive.
Closing the distance of snow between them without warning, Shiki gets up close and personal to Hei, eyes burning bright blue; her knife, already in a reversed grip, swinging out for the usual opening across his chest. Left shoulder to lower right waist, a crippling strike made more dangerous by her ability alone]