"I guess that you are Misaki Mimori. You are quite well know in the world," Aleksander said gloomily.
So he does know me. Well, then it was a waste of time to ask for my name.
"And I guess that you know me even I think you are not sophisticated either. And oh could you give my knife back."
Actually, I don't know your name. Though I really don't want to either. And did you really just say I was not sophisticated? Adding "ignorant" to the list since he obviously would not know sophistication even if it hit him in the face.
"Actually, I was going to keep it," Misaki replied, annoyed he would even dare suggest that she wasn't sophisticated and as a result, wasn't in the mood to give it back just yet.
"Don't you dare. If you don't give it as good, I'll take it as bad," Aleksander threatened. She could hear him pick something up, though she couldn't tell what.
Is he really trying to threaten me? Wow. Must have a deep attachment to the knife. Perhaps from a dead relative. Judging from his age, grandfather is a likely choice. But best find out what he has as his weapon. That way I know what I'm dealing with.
She swung her bat, figuring that it'd either hit him or his weapon. Lucky for her, it was the latter. A strong ringing sound echoed out as he blocked her swing.
Judging from the ringing sound and taking into account what I used to hit it with... Metal, thin. Probably a pipe since there's no way he'd try and hit me if I had the longer weapon. So it's likely around the same length as the bat. He doesn't want to kill me or knock me out. No, he just wants me to bruise a little but stay conscious. Which means...
She could hear the whoosh of air as he swung the weapon at her. Swiftly, she contorted her body so that the pipe barely made contact with her diaphragm. She fell onto the ground, since if she hadn't the pipe really would have made contact with her. As she made gasping sounds, letting him under the impression he had actually hit her, he took his knife out of her pocket.
"Like I said, I'll take what's mine," Aleksander said as she rubbed the bottom of her pants.
Ugh, damnit, I think I got my pants dirty. Can't tell without any light though.
Misaki got up, already making a plan to get back as the idiot if her pants did end up dirty, when she heard him mutter, "Sorry mi love..."
She froze for a second before continuing to make her way around the generator room.
.... I hope he's not talking about me. People in love are so annoying.