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Cyan eyes watched the knife on the ground, eyebrows raised slightly beneath the hood. "Being younger does not necessarily mean that you're on top of the food chain." My eyes still on the blade beneath the other's feet, I came forward another step. "I've had years of experience over you." A scoff escaped me before I could stop it. At your next words my lips turned down in a frown as a grimace took over. "I'm not cute," I muttered, finally stepping into your space. The smell of blood on you assaults my nose, the blade in my hand making an obvious threat. "You're awfully cocky to be standing there with your blade on the ground."