The figure ahead of him caused Will to swallow a lump that had been forming in his throat. He stopped in his tracks, slowly closed his eyes and inhaled. Using his empathy, seeing her Design, Will soon felt a chill colder than the winds that kicked up around him, causing small snow flurries to scatter.

She was dangerous. She meant to harm him.

Opening his eyes just in time to see the black blot shooting towards him like some kind of lightning. His first instinct was 'what would Hannibal do?' And so Will dropped to the ground in a press up-like stance, only just managing to dodge the attack before he scrambled back to his feet.

"I don't want to fight you."

He called back towards her, raising his hands out before him in a surrendering gesture. Will has no weapons on him, just a pocket full of fishing hooks and line. If he had to, he'd use them to protect himself with but right now, he just wanted to get the hell away from here and there was no way he was going to let her push him out into the frozen barren lands. Or was there?

The closer she got, the more afraid Will became. Though as she drew closer she might have mistaken Will for someone else, someone from her world instead of his. Will froze for a moment, emitting fear like blood in the water.