Day 23: Killor

Four minutes.
He was awarding her with four minutes. She had learned how to distract her prey, how to escape a fight, how to better conceal herself, and a few of his 'attack patterns,' as it were.

But she was throwing herself against a wall now. She had the basics down and knew how to use them, but basics would not go very far against Kraven. She needed a better litmus test to see just how strong she was.

Thus, she found herself in the arena once again. This time, however, she was facing a fellow recruit. He was some cocksure hunter who talked big before their clash. "If you offer yourself to me, perhaps I will spare you. You would make a fine trophy as my ****," he had grinned as he spoke. Mary Jane was disgusted, but, more importantly, she was incensed. She'd prove him wrong.

Which, to be honest, was easier than expected. Much like her 'training' with Kraven, she took some of her time hiding and moving things around. The sufficiently confused the wannabe-hunter who quickly got lost. He passed her hiding spot several times, oblivious to get location.

After hours had passed, she finally grew tired of his aimless wandering and hopped from her spot and cut at his ankles with the knife she had been given for the duel. "Wonderful!" Kraven's voice burst through the trees as he approached the pair. "Now, kill him."

"What? Why? He's done. He can't fight anymore!" MJ replied with an audible shock.

Kraven gave her a stern look; it was far more menacing than she'd seen from him as of yet. "Do not dishonor the battlefield by denying it its blood. More than that, do not dishonor your prey by making it suffer needlessly. Make no mistake: he was your prey indeed. The question falls to you: how will you conclude this hunt?"