Some would say that it wasn't self-confidence, but pride that put her there. She had been a vampire for nearly four years, she had fought against a five thousand year old vampire and while she didn't win, she'd got a few good hits on him. Jager, however, wouldn't ever kill her. He didn't play for keeps with her.
She nodded and then her head went off to one side. "Shine-job?" What the hell was a shine-job? That was the only thought that hit her mind. Her senses, however, remained spread out to catch anything.
The second he stopped, she did as well, and then moved alongside of him and gave a faint frown. "Interesting. Well, at least you know that you'll catch anyone in the dark, I suppose. And I imagine hide-and-seek is a moot point with you."
When he turned to face her, she stopped swiftly so that she wouldn't run into him and then those sapphire eyes froze over as if ice had taken over. Her face became an emotionless mask, her killing face. "I was born into it. I'm a Daughter of Macht, no matter how small I am, and no matter how...tainted I am by the part of me that was once vampire, I am still that much. I was trained from the time I was old enough to hold a weapon how to use it, how to fight and how to protect myself and kill vampires or anything supernatural that I was ordered to kill. My mother was the head of the Witch clans. They are witches, I am as well, but not the same sort. As a witch, with my preternatural abilities, I can sense anything supernatural a ways off. A vampire is like sandpaper crawling across my skin, a werewolf is an uncomfortable tickle in my mind, but nothing more. The ability to bench press three hundred pounds come from this as well." None of this, however, sounded prideful. Merely factial. Her eyes kept that cold look and her face kept the killing mask, something that hid any emotion that any of this would bring forth.