Mabuka thought about those words. If he was honestly older than her, a 1,000 year old woman, then he was ancient. But that didn't matter, he had no idea what her actual age was, he was just assuming.
"Gosh, how old are you, then? No matter, I enjoy killing both the young and the old." She smiled menacingly.
"And actually, you are incorrect. I like to live in one spot, very much so. But I am not foolish enough to tell anybody where I live." Mabuka twirled her Katana in her fingers, acting as if she was getting bored, and stared at Terve. She felt fatigue lingering over her, but remained standing tall and still, not wanting to show any kind of weakness.
"This is becoming very boring. I have a reptile to kill, and you are wasting my precious time. So how about you come to me so I can kill you, or leave?" She raised a questioning eyebrow impatiently. "It is not often I deal out mercy, but I have little interest in killing you, since I have other things to tend to."