More spoilers [ The man simply looks at him, shifting his weight slightly to lean on his cane, and Gustave very nearly flinches just at that tiny movement, his fingers flexing on the grip of his sword.
He knows how fast this man can move. He remembers the blur of light, the rapid sweep of that cane, and the way Alan went so weirdly silent and still before his head toppled gently off his shoulders.
But what good could come of waiting? They look at each other, locked into this narrow hall with nowhere to maneuver. Gustave's throat works with a swallow; his breathing is still a little too fast.
Finally: ]
What? Not willing to strike first when I'm looking you in the eye?
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[ The man simply looks at him, shifting his weight slightly to lean on his cane, and Gustave very nearly flinches just at that tiny movement, his fingers flexing on the grip of his sword.
He knows how fast this man can move. He remembers the blur of light, the rapid sweep of that cane, and the way Alan went so weirdly silent and still before his head toppled gently off his shoulders.
But what good could come of waiting? They look at each other, locked into this narrow hall with nowhere to maneuver. Gustave's throat works with a swallow; his breathing is still a little too fast.
Finally: ]
What? Not willing to strike first when I'm looking you in the eye?