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The knife tip sank into her side with an accompanying sensory memory so unwelcome she jerked away from him, and his dirk, sinking imediately into a defensive stance. She was used to being hit, even cut, but she did not like being stabbed.

All the same, he'd managed to hit her. Progress. It was enough to make her lips twitch, almost a smile. "There ya go. Keep it up."

She smirked, and that was all the warning he was gunna get before she came at him again. Faking left before scooting around his right side, curved blade biting into his hip as she moved past him. Pivoting on her heel when she was clear so her back wasn't left unguarded.

HP: 37
DMG: 6
CHG: 2/3 | 0/2

He felt her recoil; felt the sudden tension. And he didn't know why, or understand it, but Taym was a man who liked finding another person's triggers and using them. Maybe if he'd understood the reason behind it he'd have refrained, but he didn't understand, and he felt like the ground was sliding away under his feet every time she made some nimble movement or the blade or spikes bit into him.

So he lunged again, bringing the blade in horizontally, steeling himself to aim for her ribs even though the thought of stabbing someone in the ribs, stabbing a tiny little girl who made tomato soup out of a can, stabbing Peyton with her goofy socks and her cocky grin, made him feel sick. Fiona's exhilarated encouragement in his head kept him from turning aside at the last second.

Unfortunately for Peyton, the only thing a dirk could do was stab. The blow landed.

HP: 27/40
DMG: 9
CHG: 2/3

defending roll

No, she did not stop.

Warrick raged in her head, and for once his anger washed overer as surely as his power did.

But it wasn't just anger in those wide, pale eyes when she lashed out at him. . There was something else there, something haunted and and damn near manic as she rushed forward and practically threw herself at him, tiny hands striking out, one after the other.

The first bow took him high, and she heard the clash of metal on metal as the dirk caught between the spikes on her knuckles, slowing her hand, but not stopping it. She threw all that funneling power into her attack and forced his weapon back until she slid free of it and blasted that hand into his left shoulder. The second blue came a second after, long enough for her to shift her footing, then she buried her left hand into his stomach. Pushing until she felt that air rush out of him and that thin frame guild over.

Of course that much exertion, that much raw power, came at a price.

HP: 11/40
DMG: 18 @ Taym, 17 @ Self
CHG: 0/3 |1/2

And around her, restraining her. No, holding her. It made her soften t, freezing in his hold as the cool brush of metal was pressed into the back of her neck under the fall of her curls. Eyes widening at the chill that tingled out and down her spine, just a brush, but enough to make her shiver, to loosen the muscles that had gone rigid when he touched her. her fingers loosened, and she felt her palms sting from the bite of her own nails.

His voice was soft but urgent in her ear, and she closed her eyes, wincing when his voice caught. She'd hurt him, after assuring him she wouldn't. Her weapon was gone when she reached up and touched his arms, slender fingers curling just below his elbows. "What did you try to do?" She'd gotten a brush if it, it hasn't felt like an attack. The tiny taste she'd gotten was soothing, but why would he try to heal her? Specially when she had pushed him to the brink of a shattered shield. It didn't make since to her.

"I'm sorry," came at last. Barely above a whisper. "I got carried away. I'm sorry."

Her hands tightened on his arms before he shrugged out of her grasp and put a little space between them. Not a bad ideam considering what had just happened, thouigh she wasn't likely to snap again. At least she had the grace to look... Well, not exactly embarrassed, more uneasy. it was obvious what had happened had shaken her, but the why was probably puzzling.

It shocked her though, that he'd tried to help her, even as she was attacking him. She didn't quite understand it.

When he sat she stood glanced down at him, though avoided his eyes. Her own expression closed down and guarded. All the same she shook his head when he commented. "No." Honestly, she hadn't known she still carried that much emotional baggage from her first mission.

Afher a minute she sank down across from him, hugging her knees. "Why would you ask Fionna to help me?" Not in general, but now, when she'd been laying into him with everything she had.

Oh. She glanced at him, arms tightening slightly around her knees. "Physically I'm fine." Which wasn't a very good answer. Pink lips pressed together, then rolled in so she could chew at the lower bud before finally sighing. "So I left something out of that story I told you about the mission," she admitted, tone resigned and a little guarded.

Thin shoulders rose and fell in an unhelpful shrug. "I don't know if it'd make me feel any better, but it would probably shed some light on what the ******** went wrong out here."

There was another second or two of lip biting, stalling, before she she finally just pushed right into the bits she'd left out. "So remember the captain's dinner, and the kraken busting in, and then reality reset, right? Well before the reset, and after the kraken was killed, something else happened. I still don't really know how, or who, just what."

Honest to God she had thought she was over this s**t. Unwrapping one arm from her legs she brought it up an scratched at her cheek, then slide it around to rub at the back of her neck under her hair. where the knife had been pressed, and that tiny ripple of soothing comfort washed through her.. Pale eyes snapped to the ground.

"Without going into too much detail, when I woke up in Lucky's arms, after I guess he'd pulled me to safety, something hit me in the back, some giant blade. It went in, and kept going, out my lower chest and into Lucky's.It was broad and really dark, It destroyed what was left of our shields." Her hand eased away from her neck and ended up pressed against the bottom of her rib cage. "I don't remember if it hurt. I just remember everything going dark, then next second we were sitting at the table as if nothing had happened, 'cept all our clothes, right? Well, the dress I was wearing had a giant slit down the front, and the back."

The memory was unpleasant and unwelcome, and she shook her head to clear it. "I didn't see who did it. But I saw their reflection in Lucky's glasses, and I saw the blade. Whoever it was is tall, and their weapon is some big dark bladed sword."