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Sigh... Well her pumpbiscuit wasn't in this anymore. The troll was crying again and, while that was nice and pathetic and he deserved it for selling crap at his stall she had to admit that this whole thing was over strawberries.

"Oh my glob." she said, grimacing, "Get the ******** up." If he got up, showed a little more fight, maybe she could figure out a way to end this on a 'cool' note because - oh s**t - she was getting in a little too deep for her liking. But he was crying on the floor and, while she didn't feel much sympathy for someone sobbing on the floor pathetically, it just felt...

Odd.

And (maybe it was just this greenblood) not very satisfying.

Psy, come on. said that little voice of concience that told her to play nice with highbloods so they don't cull you, you've made your point. Leave.

"Yes. Yes I would." she said. She had started this, and she would finish it. Even if she knew she was ******** up big time. She lowered the tray."I think you're getting the picture."

She'd asked for some fight and ohhhh my had he shown it. Maybe a little too much - his grab caught her by surprise and she was uncomfortably aware of his hand on her throat, choking her air, digging into her skin.

It's time to go! Go!
Go!
Get out of here!

Ma'am swarmed around them, pulling herself from the sugar residues to defend her charge. The hand still remained on Psy's neck and she agreed with her lusus. It was time to go. She needed to leave. She had to get him off, first.

She punched out with a fist, hoping to push him off.