[She's agile, that's good. A bird needs to be! He doesn't waste time admiring her, his other hand moving to his bag and pulling free that cleaver. It's thrown with the speed and strength he'd expected of her in the cart. Seems to be imprecise, though, going wide and lodging into the well pruned tree beside her. All the landscaping was decorative, though sparse this far out, at the edge of the property Mother Fox called her domain.
The knife lodges into place and cuts a disguised rope, setting a cluster of three more traps falling down from overtop her. Their jaws are open but they fall at such chaotic angles and speeds that dodging wide is likely the only option to not get caught by any of them. Even then, they might just land on their sides and roll away without snapping shut, becoming further hinderances to keep track of. He has this place prepared well, she should guess as much.
He pulls another knife out of his bag, just in case, but seems content to not rush towards her just yet]
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The knife lodges into place and cuts a disguised rope, setting a cluster of three more traps falling down from overtop her. Their jaws are open but they fall at such chaotic angles and speeds that dodging wide is likely the only option to not get caught by any of them. Even then, they might just land on their sides and roll away without snapping shut, becoming further hinderances to keep track of. He has this place prepared well, she should guess as much.
He pulls another knife out of his bag, just in case, but seems content to not rush towards her just yet]