[This isn't right. It doesn't take him even a moment to realise that. Steak wouldn't attack him like this, in a situation like this one, and he just--
This isn't Steak. Nothing about this is. But he has to be in there - he has to still be in there, somewhere.]
Steak, you don't want to fight me.
[He doesn't let the witch get close, dodging him again as he tries to shorten the gap between them. Fighting defensively isn't his usual forte, and it chafes somewhat to do it despite its necessity.]
What are you going to do, kill me? And what then?!
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This isn't Steak. Nothing about this is. But he has to be in there - he has to still be in there, somewhere.]
Steak, you don't want to fight me.
[He doesn't let the witch get close, dodging him again as he tries to shorten the gap between them. Fighting defensively isn't his usual forte, and it chafes somewhat to do it despite its necessity.]
What are you going to do, kill me? And what then?!