Your adversary has arrived, his gaze piercingly fixed upon yours, attempting to seize your very essence.

Happily, you divert your attention momentarily, leaving him to regard only your figure.

He lingered as you conversed with a dear companion, whilst you perceived his eyes seeking their own admiration.

He regarded you as a quarry, moving closer, ‘nothing’ indicative of the unusual. "Greetings, petite one. How do I appear from below?"