Mashuka's stance dropped pretty quickly when it became evident the girl wasn't going to initiate. A little taunting, but nothing too bad, though she did flash a set of fairly frightening chompers. Yikes, what did a person have to go through to wind up like that, he wondered. He'd seen teeth ripped out, broken and swallowed, but never quite sharpened. 

Still, for the moment it seemed like it was a stalemate, but that would change soon enough he was sure. He approached, hands held chest-high in some form of mock surrender, and eyed the hallway behind the girl. He tried to smile again, still with a nervous twinge, but nonetheless tried to sound friendly. Opponent or not, the girl was a classmate and doubtlessly a superior, so a good deal of respect was in order.

[color=00aeef]"Well as far as I can tell you're the one who wants to fight,"[/color] he said. [color=00aeef]"So I'll tell you what, I'm gonna go on to the dorms, and if you feel the urge to hit me or...bite me or whatever it is you're inclined to do, you feel free to do it and we can scrap from there. How's that sound, Jaws?"[/color]

Well alright, perhaps a little less than a [i]great deal[/i]. Still he moved to pass by, keeping his front to her and his muscles on a twitchy trigger.