[i]Zande didn't feel compelled to hear anything further from the man after his statement that they weren't friends. Whilst the man was in the midst of finishing the word "traveled", Zande would clench his raised left fist and step forwards. But this seemingly simple action was of far greater significance than the simple threat of a punch. You see, when the wildman stepped forth he'd have done so with the intent to firmly plant his left foot upon Nicoli's left and bear down, the rubber sole and steel claws made specifically to help him pin his prey in place. 

It would have been a subtle movement that could be easily missed due to Zande's height and close proximity (forcing Nicoli to gaze up to see the cannibal's toothy mug), the diversion of his clenching left fist, and how nothing betrayed the smooth, phantomlike speed with which he now moved. 

Were Nicoli to try and relocate for some reason, Zande would have the foresight to step sharply along with him, homing in to try and pin him anyways before he could realize it was a trap. Zande had used this technique countless times before and knew virtually every practical and impractical response an opponent could have. The hope for escape from the cannibal in close quarters was like a dim light at the end of a miles long tunnel. There was always a possibility that it could be a train. [/i]