Vs. Outrun me

"I'm the world's best predator, aren't I? Everything about me invites you in — my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!" Unexpectedly, he was on his feet, bounding away, instantly out ofsight, only to appear beneath the same tree as before, having circled the meadow in half a second.
	"As if you could outrun me," he laughed bitterly.
	He reached up with one hand and, with a deafening crack, effortlessly ripped a two-foot-thick branch from the trunk of the spruce. He balanced it in that hand for a moment, and then threw it with blinding speed, shattering it against another huge tree, which shook and trembled at the blow.
	And he was in front of me again, standing two feet away, still as a stone.
	"As if you could fight me off," he said gently.