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For the better part of the morning, I'seth had been trying to fight the feeling like there was something wrong somewhere, that something was coming, some great disaster, and that she needed to get to higher ground before it hit. It was probably nothing -- just because she looked the part didn't mean she possessed any animal instinct to avoid and run from natural disaster -- but the last time she'd felt like this had been on the eve of war, back home, and she wasn't ready to write the feeling off entirely, just yet. Maybe given time, she'd let it go, but not now. She was too restless for that.

That in mind, dressed in full armor rather than the more casual clothes she'd fallen into the habit of wearing lately (possibly at Clem's insistence, possibly not), she left her home, more command tent than actual building, and took a lap around the city. When she finished, still feeling uneasy, she went in search of familiar faces, half looking to check up on them, half hoping for a distraction. If only Paz was still here; a fight would be the perfect thing for her, right now. Oh, well. She'd take what she could get.

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Another time and place and he might have been wicked and enjoyed it. Instead he was focusing on giving her the most distraction he could. Certainly she was attractive to him, but he realized she had become the closest friend he'd known since Wonderland was destroyed.

Which was why he had no plans to go easy on her. Rolling instantly toward her, working to try and leverage his weight and keep her down, pinned if he could.

Like he had done before, to her, I'seth bucked, trying to keep him from pinning her and regardless of whether or not he likely saw it coming. Her hands moved at the same time, at random, trying to keep a shifting target both so he couldn't hold her down there and in an effort to create an opening to scratch him. Not maul, mind, but if they were going until first blood, the opportunity for it might be enough to get him off of her to avoid it.

He wasn't as quick and trained for this as l'seth was. What he did was kill, quick and quietly. This though was new for him but that didn't mean he would stop trying. Yet even as he fought, almost catching one hand, he felt something. Sharp and painful and... wet.

Dash went still, glancing at her and then down at his forearm. Yes, there was blood there. "Well... Damn."

"Looks like you lose," I'seth said, following his gaze down to his forearm, assessing the wound. "If you want to get off me, I can bandage that up for you. Or ... " Or if he didn't want to get off, well. Maybe she could work with that.

It wasn't deep, bleed seeping along the length of it. "I don't feel like I've lost," he admitted. She seemed a bit more relaxed which definitely meant he hadn't failed.

"Do I sound like a lech if I don't mind being here?" Because he suspected he did, even if it was the truth.

"Maybe a little." Yes. Yes, he did. Not that that stopped her from admitting, "But I'm not entirely sure I mind, either."

"I think I’m okay with that," he admitted, grinning up at her. "I’ve never once been termed a lech. A lot of horrible things, but not a lech."

"There's a first time for everything," she offered in response, feigning seriousness despite the fact that she was obviously ribbing him.

"So long as it's for you, I think I'm okay with being a lech," he said. His mouth started to open to say something else to her. He frowned, hearing a rumbling that he didn't recognize. "Do you hear that?"

She, too, opened her mouth to response and then stopped at the sound and the question, her brow drawing down in confusion as feeling of unease flooded her again. Then, all at once, she had her arms around him, pulling him tight against him, the gesture a protective one rather than a sexual one.

"Stay down," she ordered sharply.

And then there was light.

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