Just as she finished trying to lie about the fact that she knew exactly what he was talking about, she would see the glint of his gauntlet once again - only this time it was ridiculously closer than before. He had in fact closed the distance between the two quietly, under the cover of the night's darkness and making less noise than she was at the time. His arm stretched outwards to where the voice had come from, now unable to see at all in the pitch black. His fingers spread wide, before moving to catch at her - hoping to snag her clothes or a fistful of hair, only to find that he caught nothing but air. Had he missed? No, she had dodged.
"Didn't I tell you?" his voice stern and unwavering when it came to determination, "I am going to beat you until you give me what I want. If you don't, I will keep beating you until you die."
There had been something similar to this happen earlier in the blonde's travels, though it was in the opposite. He had found himself cornered - figuratively speaking, of course. They would not let him leave, they simply kept coming. Over and over again. They all died. They were worthy of his blade.
Pulling on the ends of his gauntlets, he tugged them up his arms a little to keep them tight around his fingers and knuckles. There was no time to think of that, now. The woman before him most likely held the information he needed to get that one more step closer to being able to return home. He'd spent too long away from the village, he could feel himself going soft. The thought of home distracted him for a crucial moment, allowing the girl to get in close and press her palms flat against his torso. His muscles tensed, reacting out of instinct and bringing his right arm across, catching her left and thrusting it aside to get himself out of her grip. Just in time, too. Her hands had grown rather hot in the second she'd touched him. The surroundings illuminated brilliantly under the influence of her magical contribution, fire rocketing from her hands and spraying across the shrubs and grasses around them. It didn't take long for her to stop sending the fire from her finger-tips, having not hit him with it and seeing no need to continue pressing the attack as long as he held her arm in such a way that she couldn't get a proper angle on his form.
"So you are a witch, then." he stated flatly, confirming with himself. Witches were tricky to deal with, both verbally and physically - that much was taught to him at a young age. Though his village held little in the ways of books and whatnot, the Elders often spoke of magic. Dangerous stuff - unworthy of his time.
"What is it to you?" she let out, gasping slightly at the grip he had on her forearm, "Never trust a witch." was his answer, tightening his hold around her arm and hoisting her upwards and over his head, before sending her crashing down against the dirt with a hard thump. This was relatively easy to do, considering how weightless she was in comparison to him. Tugging backwards and dragging her across the terrain, he lifted her again by the arm - suspending her from the dirt and letting her hang just before him.
"Ready to tell me where the scroll is, witch?" he demanded, the question rather unfitting for the tone of voice.
Dazed from the rather sudden meeting with the ground she just experienced, it took some time to shake some sense back into her spinning world. Instead of words though, she reached out with her free hand, as quick as she possibly could, for the hand grabbing her arm. Unless he let go, she intended to sear right through it. In any case, this would give her some breathing room to try a different approach.
His hand retracted after sensing danger, just as she'd intended to happen. Though as he'd done so, he'd lifted her just a little more so the momentum was still in her form - keeping her from dropping for a single second. In that second of window, he launched his knee upwards and connected it with her stomach - curling her petite frame around the shape of his attack, before following through without hesitation; catching her face with his fingers and smashing her back against the ground with another heavy thump. This caused her to fall unconscious, unfortunately. He hadn't intended to make her incapable of speech so quickly. As her body lay motionless beneath his own, he slowly wrapped his fingers around the width of her neck - raising her from the floor and suspending her before him once again, just as her eyes fluttered open.
"One more flicker of those tricks and I promise you now; I will cut you in half." he warned seriously, scowling towards the female - which was actually his usual expression. The fact that he was ready to kill her even without getting any information was proof that she'd managed to pressure him a little with her magical nonsense. But enough was enough.
"Now... Once more. Where is the scroll, witch!?" he boomed deeply, practically barking into her face and getting small traces of spittle across her features in the process.
Now worse off than after the first meeting with the ground, the woman was only held up by the hand at her throat, barely leaving her with enough air to breath out a reply, which he obviously hoped would be the one he sought. She could not try anything now, her arms felt weighted down with iron and her head swam with flashes of color and spinning stars, even his close features melted into one another, blurry.
"I...I know..." the words slurred as they escaped her lips. "... 'bout scroll..." talking was taking more concentration than she ever thought it might require. Not talking seemed to lead to a messy death, or worse, an even messier life.
His grip around her neck disappeared, before the same hand caught her armour, instead holding her by something that wouldn't limit her capacity to speak to him. She had already announced that she knew of what he sought, which meant that she was lying to begin with. Would she lie again, just to save herself from a painful demise? The probability of that was high, so inwardly he confirmed a plan of action with himself. Even though he wasn't much of a thinker, there wasn't much choice to begin with. She had to come with him. But how would he deal with her magic once she regained herself? He waited impatiently for her to regain some of her breath before speaking again.
Swaying slightly at the end of his arm, the woman lolled her head limply to one side, trying to focus. Dying was not an option, the truth would mean he steals the scroll and kills her, she needed something to give her an opening, a chance.
"...'s stolen...It's...gone..." the woman having trouble aligning two words together. "Was...g-going to get it back..." the last said with an effort, as despite her willingness to speak, the pounding in her head was making her black in and out of conciousness. His grip loosened at the realisation of what she was saying. It had been stolen - he had heard something about this from the previous town, where she'd been staying until recently. Bandits. Anger swelled in the pit of his stomach, the scowl lining his lips widening into a teeth-barred grimace. He wouldn't be able to go home yet. "You let some shit steal it?!" he cried, throwing her to the side and letting her hit the ground again, though not nearly as hard as he had done the first two times. Grumbling something dark to himself in the mean time, he took a step away to get to grips with the current situation. Well, there was only one thing he could do now. Go after them. Though it all hinged upon whether or not the girl was telling the truth to begin with.
Returning to her side, he lifted her and slung her frame over his shoulder as though she were a sack of potatoes, slipping off the road and into the trees a little. He needed something to bind her hands with, if anything. Eventually he found a tree that had been spun with a variety of vines, a portion of which he yanked off and used as a makeshift rope. He'd used a rather odd knot, one you wouldn't normally see in the kingdom save for in the old abandoned villages and whatnot. Tying down her palms flat to her hips, this would stop her from burning through anything other than herself. With this, he was set to carry her to the next town, where he might find out more about the bandits who'd stolen the scroll.