Athinar smirked. [color=Red]"Treasure? Why, the only treasure I wish to find is [i]you,[/i] Red."[/color] His tone made it clear. He was there to try and kill her. [color=Red]"And Little Red, I'm at war with [i]everyone[/i]. Don't feel too special."[/color] His creepy, casual manner wasn't an act to try and make her nervous. It was actually how he acted normally. 

As she backed up, and prepared her javelin, Athinar would slash his sword at her, still in the sheath, making the thick hard leather, bound in metal, fly towards her helm. It was a distraction, rather than an actual attack. Hoping her eyes would automatically track the sheath, he dashed forward, slashing the katana to the left, horizontally, from the bottom of his ribcage.