[b]Atami[/b] - in the forest.

Atami barely had any time to react as the woman fell into him, but she was old and fragile so the effects were basically nihil. He lightly shoved him back, an annoyed look on his face as he punched his knuckles into the tree next to him, unsatisfied that it was exactly an old woman to annoy him. He can't punch old ladies. That would be rude and not nice at all. Atami pulled his hand back, the spot where his knuckles were revealing the bark to have fallen off slightly. His eyes flashed across the old ladies face, inspecting her in order to make out her intentions as Atami watched her in silence waiting for what she'd say. Atami hadn't seen much action ever since the undead rose, and had gotten more and more agitated by the lack of action every second he went without. This was particularily sightable on his lips, which furled and twisted itself into an aggressive, mean-looking state with a slight bend downwards. He had heavy bags under his eyes, explained by Atami wandering the forests at night for.. no apparent reason. He just liked being out there.

He stared at the woman for some time before opening his mouth. [b]“I've hit people for less than walking into me. What do you want, old lady, that you suddenly stumble into me for no reason.”[/b] He barked his words at her but remained somewhat calm, which was.. weird considering the way he looked at her.