Mal rolled his eyes and opened his jaws, dropping her to the ground. He walked around her body, coming to sit on his haunches in front of her but just out of paw's reach. The elder didn't trust this one not to lash out. "Nemáte žiadne sily ľavice, vy ste uzemnenie a viete, že môžem pokojne zabiť." He canted his head to one side, regarding her. She fought as if she were straight out of the academy, but had enough of her own intelligence to utilize the moves in the best manner. Still, she was young and without experience.
Malcoda sighed. Was he getting soft? He knew he should kill her as was his right, but to do so would be to invite another assassin to his door. Next time, a better trained one and that one would most certainly go for Max first, being the easier target. Killing Ziv would be the easiest route for all concerned, but Mal didn't often take the easy route. "Váš život je môj." His tone dared her to argue, to deny it. He'd clearly defeated her and so now her manner of death was his choice.