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[i]Kull was indeed so bold as to continue moving towards her, though he'd slow to steady, mindful steps in expectation of her swinging the net for his legs. He drew in breath and exhaled through his teeth, brimming with anticipation and eager to see how close she'd let him get. Some people have a frenetic energy about them, a sort of unseen vitality that can be felt but not measured. The same kind of liquid mercury lethality that large predatory cats and coiled vipers bear, in whose presence one may feel like they walk the edge of a precipice with no bottom. Of course wild animals aren't terrible to behold on paper and screen, but the reaction of seeing one up close at the zoo, even out of its environment and partially domesticated, is typically the same. That phrase young children gleefully yell at their parents. "I didn't know they could be so big!"

Kull was in his environment, and his domestication was a device instigated of his own free will. If Selandra so allowed him, he'd walk right into her arms, within but a few feet of her, callous eyes half-lidded and lazy with no mere sexual lust, but a slow burn desire to express his interpretation of physical violence in as many and varied ways as could be imagined. At what range would he be most inconvenienced? His tree stump stature and lithe latent power suggested close range, but the great axe looked like it could be scarcely manipulated well within an opponent's guard. At the fringe of Selandra's reach, he'd likely be able to parry and dodge virtually any assault with contemptuous ease, though who was to say? Only one thing could be divined as fact. If he was allowed into her reach, there'd be no extricating him from it unless he so desired. He didn't look like the kind of warrior to retreat.[/i]