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Finn was jogging, because he felt like it even though he wasn't even in his usual jogging gear. Cowboy boots did not good jogging make, but he did it anyways, finding himself bored with nothing to do and too much on his mind, and not in the mood to go back to his room to change.

Also unlike his usual, this particular jog was completely off course of the path he'd normally take himself on. He was just going about it randomly, his feet taking them wherever they felt like going with little thought involved.

He needed that, the absence of thought, if only for these few precious moments. It was nice, stress free. It made things easier.

And then the sound of shattering glass as he neared the town cut through that peaceful silence like a knife through butter, and he found himself frowning, before coming to a slow halt. Breathing a little heavily, he thought about ignoring the noise and continuing on. Whatever was happening was certainly none of his business, and there was likely little reason to involve himself or care. But for once, his curiosity won out over his barely-any-shits-given attitude, and he began to follow the sound, picking his way through rubble strewn cement, stopping only when he could see who it was.

Peyton.

He recognized her despite barely knowing her. Knew her through the stories that Jack told, and the few memories he had of New Years. There was a large part of himself that thought he should just leave her be. The drama she had with Jack was nothing he needed to involve himself in, much like whatever was going on with Chel. But the few moments spent watching her as she tossed bottles up into the air and swung her crowbar almost seemed to entrance the man, and eventually, he moved towards her, boot heels clicking against the pavement.

"Trying to work out some of your issues, darling? I hear you have a fair few." He smirked, stopping again when he was just a few feet away.

Finn held his hands up in a defensive position when she whirled, though he was feeling anything but as he gave her his most pleasantly cold smile. He watched her carefully between a slightly narrowed eye, gaze flicking down, back up, studying her briefly before the real scrutiny could begin.

"Who else?" He replied with a light shrugging of his shoulders. The narrowing of her eyes was noted. Did it bother her that Jack had told him of all their little affairs? He hoped it did. This wasn't going to be any fun at all if he couldn't get under her skin just a little bit.

"As I've come to understand it, you just can't seem to keep your hands, or your mind, off of him. Lucky b*****d, always getting just what he wants, while I have to settle for second hand entertainment, nothing but retelling's of the Jack and Peyton Exploits." His smile transformed into a smirk as he snorted derisively and shook his head, like this was all very amusing for him.

He thought about telling her that he didn't want anything. That he had just been passing by, and her little display had captured his attention, if only briefly. He was over it now, though, he was going to leave.

Instead he said, rather cryptically. "Usually what I can't have. What do you want, sweetheart?"

Finn's hands had made their way into his pockets, his breathing having slowed to a regular pace even as his heart beat began to slow as well, the adrenaline from his brief jogging stint beginning to wear off. When she spoke, he actually scoffed a laugh, before uttering two simple words. "That's cute."

But the more he thought about it, his head cocking ever so slightly to one side as he considered the possibility, the more he wondered if she what she asked might be true....though maybe jealousy wasn't quite the right word for it. There was definitely something lacking in his life...something that had gone away the moment that Nevada had become a broken thing, weaponless, weak, and near death, her feisty confidence shattered. She had been a tool for him, an object that he had used again and again to get just what he needed out of her.

Used up. Dead and gone. Such a pity.

Maybe there was a little bit of envy there. Jack still had what Finn had lost. Would it be terrible of him to borrow what wasn't his?

He noted the falter in her smile, knew he had hit a nerve, however small. "What kind of challenge, darling? One that bites back? How is your arm, by the way?"

Well look at her acting all nonchalant.

Somewhere in the back of Finn's head, Trynt let out a low growl, a sound of encouragement from the wyvern who liked where this could potentially be headed. His eye flicked to her arm, to it's unsurprising lack of blemishes and smooth flawlessness. That pleasant smile never left his face, however, and when he looked back to her, he even went so far as to bare a little teeth, something that might have appeared friendly save for the perpetual coldness of his stare.

And then he said what he'd wanted to say since the moment he'd gotten there.

"You're a monster, darling, just like the rest of us, and you don't learn to control it. You learn to ******** embrace it."

s**t. That had almost been too easy.

Still, there was something about it that wasn't quite so satisfying as usual. It became obvious as soon as that feral grin tugged up the corners of her lips, that her morals were already shredded to the point where she could barely hold them together anymore. He hadn't had to push very hard to make her lose herself, and it wasn't anger that twisted her features for him, but something much close to pleasure.

But he laughed when she came towards him, his hands coming out of his pockets. Was he supposed to draw his weapon? Trynt was growling at him, practically demanding that he do so, but when she didn't, he felt no desire to do so either.

She swung, and Finn stepped into it, hand lifted to catch that steel bar as it bore down on him. It stung his hand to do so, but with a flex of muscles, he was twisting it, and possibly her arm as well, back down, jabbing it towards her stomach.

It took more effort than it should have. She was small, but she was stronger than him. Probably a better bond with her weapon.

His back teeth were gritted when he had a chance to respond. "I guess that depends on what you're looking for." With one last push against her crow bar, he took a step back, freeing himself up just for a moment. "You're already more disappointing than I'd hoped you would be."

HP: 40
Damage: 1

She was fast, and he would give her that, as the distance he'd put between them was quickly gone. He hadn't been anticipating her to swing low, and so she caught his leg easily, his body hitting the ground hard, the back of his head connecting with the pavement with a loud crack that made his ears ring.

Still he smiled, even chuckling as through swimming vision he managed to roll and avoid the crowbar that came hurtling down towards his face, one foot kicking out towards her shin, aiming to hit her with the heel of his boot.

"You're a vicious little c**t, and there's nothing more about you that I need to know than that." He smirked, rolling to his feet though his head throbbed from where it had connected with the ground, and he was dizzy enough to sway just slightly on his feet, though he fought against it, and the coinciding nausea, biting it back with the flex of his jaw.


HP: 35
Damage: 0 sigh

She needn't have worried about him pulling away. The moment that crowbar made contact with his wrist, hooking into it painfully, he twisted his hand around to grip at the bar, hoping to tear it out of her grasp but instead being pulled forward into a jab that sunk straight into his solar plexus, knocking what air was in his lungs straight out again.

He hissed, and then chuckled, what little sound of pain that might have escaped him quickly drowned out by the light laughter.

He was still gripping the crowbar, refusing to give up his hold on it. His knee's were bent, and while she was nearly a foot shorter than him, it wasn't really that far to go to do what he meant to.

"I bet you say that to your boyfriend every time attempts to ******** you."

Whipping his head forward, he headbutted her, while simultaneously yanking back on the crow bar to try and wrench it from her grasp.


HP: 33
Damage: 3