He was slightly caught off guard when the woman spoke his name so carelessly. She knew of him, he felt the muscles in his eyes tense up a bit. He wasn't sure what to make of this, did the Death Eaters already have intelligence on him? Was there a mole in the Order of the Phoenix. He twisted his face into a smile but the gears in his brain were rushing. How could she know so quickly? Perhaps You-Know-Who had powers beyond what Jason gave him credit for. In spite of himself Jason's stomach turned a bit. Though the moment of fumbling weakness never met his face which remained cold and stony in the pouring rain.
He smirked darkly, a twisted smile on his lips, "Guess the accent gave me away" Chuckling to himself a little he walked towards the pair slowly. His South African descent giving him an extremely distinctive slur amongst all of the English whom he encountered. He should really just speak in German or French, where the accent was less noticeable. Jason was a clever man, and languages were something he was exceptionally talented at. He didn't care that he had been recognized, it was unlikely either one would remember anything from the night barring the pain that he was going to inflict upon them.
Rain was rushing down violently, making his black hair slick and shiny. The Death Eater man was already halfway to fleeing, he sneered darkly at the retreating shadow "I see, it seems as though your friend is a little sheepish." The shadows on his wet face betraying hate flashing in his blue eyes. He wanted an opponent to be strong enough to match him and not slinking off into the shadows. They would not escape Jason van Zyl. He cracked the knuckles on his left hand slowly, wand still between the fingers of his right. He was waiting, sizing up his prey, thinking. Jason van Zyl's brain may be painted red with blood, but that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy the tension before the kill. The moment before flesh separated from bone.
He paused and stopped, a few feet away from the woman, smiling politely, though mockingly "I'm just enjoying the lovely English night. You seem to know my name, but I can't say the honour is mutual, Miss..." he paused leaving a blank for her to fill in. He expected an alias, but that was better than nothing, he supposed. He tilted his head to the side a bit allowing his neck to crack slightly. He was ready to attack, even if he was just standing observing his prey with a light twisted smile in his face. He loved the water rushing in rivulets all over his face. He couldn't say that he missed the heat of Africa, the water would clean the streets if he made anyone bleed rather than have it congeal in the dry streets to turn black.
He looked to the shrinking man, assuming he would probably aparate as soon as the African attacked, therefore it made sense to disable him first, and then attack the woman if he wanted both of them. And he did. He balanced himself loosely, wand at the ready, accepting that a conversation was required to justify this to the arrogant Alexander Graves but well aware that with people like this he would probably not be forced to wait too long, for the fight that he so craved. The Order of the Phoenix had absolutely no initiative, they wanted to eradicate this group now? They should start when things were small and underground.
The rain pounded in the skulls and shoulders of the three parties as they sized each other up in the alley. Van Zyl was craving the moment the fight began, but he stood tall and casually as the woman observed him, there was something animalistic about the pre battle posturing of both sides. They were no longer human at all and nothing but beasts about to defend their rights to survival. Jason was not going to back down after all, it was just a short woman, and her sniveling child of a side kick. No matter that van Zyl was only twenty-two, anyone as weak as the cowering opponent was a child to him.