(o) Silver Tongue, Pearl Teeth

Kel had wondered how fast the unbreathing man was, had held his ground because of his uncertainty in outrunning him. He had thought he was prepared, braced for whatever the Ascended would try, but when Nate moved it was faster than the hunter could have imagined. The other man seemed to blur in Kel's vision, one moment there the next far, far too close. He barely had time to flinch, releasing the bow with one hand to try and reach for an arrow--

Nate's hand around his wrist was hard and cool, far cooler than Kel's skin. His heart leapt in his chest, rabbiting wildly within his ribs as he tried to pull away - futilely, the other man's hand an unbreakable iron band. The scent of fear spiked through the air, sharp and heady with scintillating undertones of anger and the silver edge of panic glittering in wide amber eyes.

"L-let go!" he protested - demanded, begged - as his shirt was caught as well, holding him close and preventing his escape even to arm's length as he struggled futilely against the other man's greater strength. "Wh-why are you d-doing this?" Fear tripped his tongue, a stuttering stumble over words as he stared the monster in the face. They were the same height, but the Ascended's confidence and anger seemed to make taller, looming over the hapless hunter, who's fears felt all too real in that moment.