[Because killing people worth enough money to make the risk at all practical for the gain tends to piss off a lot of other people, Slevin knows how to fight if he has to; Goodkat, however, had always said that if he's backed into a corner where he's actually fighting hand to hand, he's already lost the job. Assassins are specialists, scalpels instead of broadswords, precision over brawn. But Slevin has always really, really liked hitting people with his own two hands.]

Don't flatter yourself. I watch everyone. [Hannibal is a large man and he knows how to use his strength well enough that he subdued Slevin last time; this much, he remembers well. There will not be a repeat performance. Once Hannibal has reached his feet he doesn't give him any time to acclimate himself there: Slevin feints a punch to his gut, swings a precise, powerful elbow for the side of his head instead, then spins into another aimed kick that would normally take him somewhere near the side of his knee.

Slevin has, in the past, broken knees with that strike. He'd be okay with it now.] Have since I got here. You just bumped yourself to the top of the list by being an insufferable prick.