[Hannibal reaches out to block the kick, but it does little more than crack his fingers under Slevin's force. He grunts quietly as he rolls to the side, already summoning the sound of Beethoven's 9th Symphony. He knows exactly what he did to Slevin: he remembers how delicious those sweetbreads were. If he's to die like that, it will not be to the sounds of his own unavoidable pained noises.
It worked well enough, when Sylvanas dragged out her torture. Bach's Cello Suite still strums through his thoughts, even now. He might as well add variety to the music in his mind.
Rising to his feet, flexing jammed fingers, Hannibal does not back away any further.]
You must have been planning this quite a long time. How long have you been watching me?
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It worked well enough, when Sylvanas dragged out her torture. Bach's Cello Suite still strums through his thoughts, even now. He might as well add variety to the music in his mind.
Rising to his feet, flexing jammed fingers, Hannibal does not back away any further.]
You must have been planning this quite a long time. How long have you been watching me?