He doesn't run.

He doesn't even walk.

He crawls on the wall.

His limbs scrape against her peeling wallpaper as he moves across the wall, smiling at her as he stares into her eyes with his own.

"Why do you stare if you can't see?" She asks, pulling both daggers into her hands.

He grins wider, his teeth on full display as he tilts his head.

"Why do you hold weapons when you can't win?"