She narrows her eyes at him. It sounds like a bad joke to her. Men his size have been striking at her without mercy since she was smaller than the girl shadowing him. What makes him so special? "So that's why you've made yourself scarce? You're worried you'll hurt me because you're so big and bad." Elektra laughs even if she finds no amusement in it. It's an insult to her. He's nothing but, a toy soldier with delusions of grandeur. As if it's hard to kill little gangsters and mobsters.

One of her hands balls into a fist. She's going to really fuck him up for this. "You're an amateur. Don't ever delude yourself into thinking otherwise when it comes to me." She resumes her advance. He's not going to stop her this time.