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Peyton was headed for the school building that sat in the center-ish part of the town when she happened to spot the familiar Life hunter wandering around. For a moment she watched him, head cocked to the side, arms draped over the crowbar that was slung over her shoulders.

Her plan for the day had been to head in and hopefully clear the way for Caroline and her youngins to strt getting things cleaned up and laid out the way they wanted it. It hadn't been asked of her, but she was eager to help, and this seemed like a good way to do that.

However, somethings just didn't go as planned.

"Would you get over it already and stop following that creep around like a lost puppy?" She shouldn't have said anything, but Melvin's continued willful acceptance of Lawrence's psychopathic tendencies was really infuriating.

<Rude.>

The dainty Sun stopped short, half turning to better face him. A part of her; the rational, kind side, told her to just let it go. That he'd been through enough. That her needling at him was just rubbing salt on already painful wounds.

However, it was impossible to forget the belligerent, toxic sniping the Life hunter fired off at anyone that dared speak up, first against Lawrence, and now on the subject of what seemed to be a fairly nasty split(and who didn't see that coming?). Not to mention having willingly entered a relationship with a known sociopath. It was, quite frankly, a lot to swillow, and in the end, it all piled up to make it difficult to sympathize, even a little bit.

So the other voice, the one that called for violence and pain, was just a little bit louder.

"Oh right, like you didn't swing by peer through his windows. I'm so sure." It was cruel, and later she might feel bad about it, but right that moment it felt vindicated, the harsh words matching the cold smile and incredulous expression.

She slung the crowbar in question across her shoulders, arms resting over it as her weight shifted from one hip to the other. "Oh, is it? You living in it?" A pale brow rose, and the smile just grew. Once upon a time she wouldn't have realized why she was baiting him, but a bit of self realization a couple years back had opened her eyes. She liked helping out. She liked being there for people and doing everything in her power to make things better for them. But. She liked this too.

"All those I ********? All two of them?" She gave an amused snort. "I'm sure they're off going about their day. Why would they be milling about? We aren't together, and I didn't play a head trip on them." She didn't mention Andy, not just because they were still a thing, but because her current monogamous sex life really didn't apply to this conversation much. "But I'm the slut, okay." The last came out so heavy with sarcasm the weight of it had her leaning forward.

The Sun scoffed, head shaking as she lifted her gaze from the other hunter, as if the sky, or the ruins around them could provide some manner of logic or common sense. It didn't, she was apparently alone in reason. "Sure, maybe. I mean, I know that's not why, but for arguments sake, let's say you're right." He was getting closer, and her fingers, where they curled around the crowbar, tightened minutely.

"If we had broken up because I was a b***h, then so what?" It's over and in the past, I moved on, they moved on. It's done." She says it like it should have been obvious, because to her it was. "They should be glad to be away from me, not pining to get back in my life." Pale eyes narrowed on him.

"He's human garbage. He's pretty much wrecked your life. Why the ******** do you still want him?" It just didn't make sense to her. She understood carrying baggage away from a relationship, but this was just crazy. She hadn't understood it with Horace, and she didn't get it now.

It shouldn't have been unexpected, but despite tending for it, Peyton hadn't really thought he'd descend to the physical. So for the first one she stumbled, nearly dropping the crowbar as her heel caught a chunk of lingering debris and threatened to send her back in her a**.

She caught herself though, and that long piece of steel was between them when he reached out again, blocking his hands and shoving back. Whatever space that'd make between them she claimed, stepping into his personal space and smacking the bar across his chest. "Then why the ******** do you still want him?" She did bother to respond to the garbage comment directed her way, what was the point? It wasn't but like she was squeaky clean.

"It's all an act, a lie! If he just that ******** good in bed? For ******** sack, Melvin. You can do better." She remembered, vaguely, what he'd been like before Rin had died. Not perfect, far from it, but not this.

Tanking the crowbars frim her hands would result in a low growl, lip curling in the first stirrings of a a snarl as she made a snatch for it, only to have him fling it it away from her. It had delicate dusts balling at her sides, knuckles whitening as she glared up at him. He was too close, and too angry, but she wasn't backing up either.

This time when he came in to shove at her she was ready for it, and those thin fingers grabbed handfuls of the front of his shirt, high and low. A step to the side, and she'd add force to his own momentum, swinging him around to shove him past her.

"There is no truth, Melvin!" She shouted it as she let him go, letting gravity and his own balance decide if he stayed in his feet or not. "He lied to Horace. He lied to you. He's lying to that dumbass husband he's tricked into marrying him! He's not caoabe of anything genuine."

She stared down at him as he cradled his side, expression hard to read. She felt bad for him, he'd been through so much already, and hurting him now made her feel a bit like a bully. However, he'd shoved her. He'd started this, and now that things had escalated this far, well. She couldnt say she wasn't a little relieved. Even excited.

It wasn't really Melvin she was angry at, but he made a wonderful stand in, and it had been just a little too quiet lately.

His leg snapped out, sweeping hers out from beneath her, and she went down with a startled grunt, barely keeping the back of her skull from bouncing off the pavement. Then he was over her, moving to grab at her arms, and she reacted automatically with the heel of her palm thrusting up at the underside of his chin.