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16.Oct.15, 07:32 AM
R’nya couldn’t remember the last time he had been in a fist fight, and the ache in his knuckles reminded him of that fact as he balanced himself warily on the balls of his feet, watching the two men cautiously as Xyreith kept contact on the edge of his mind. The sudden growl – a sound he heard with his ears and not with his mind – startled R’nya more than the sudden weight of the other man attacking him. A laugh burst from the bronzerider’s lips, tinged with a ‘I thought that was you,’ aimed at Xyreith. The dragon’s disgruntled snort was definitely heard with the mind and not the ears.
The laugh was quickly turned into a grunt when the pouncing man’s fist connected with his stomach; R’nya’s reaction to bring his knee up hard landed a solid blow in the attacker’s groin and R’nya bounced backwards lightly to watch with a cringe but satisfaction as the bloke crumpled to the ground holding himself and crying in pain. It had been a pretty powerful jerk. R’nya nudged the man with the toe of his boot, watching as he flopped over, still holding his groin. Leaning down, the bronzerider grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and heaved him up with apparent ease though Xyreith was privy to the grunt of effort.
“I said leave!” Throwing the man back on the floor, R’nya turned to find the other one on the ground at Quilriana’s feet. Eyebrows lifted up and he fixed an approving pale gaze on the woman. Her terrified expression cleared his own and he stepped forward, giving the man a solid kick to the rump and tilting his head when the body grunted. “He will live,” R’nya’s tone made it unclear what his opinion was on that fact. “Why don’t you go up to the children? I will remove these gentlemen from the building and be up in a moment.”
Stepping closer to Quilriana, R’nya tilted her jaw gently to place a light kiss on her lips, hands lightly caressing her upper arms before wrapping around her in a gentle hug. Hopefully the kids were still asleep and the racket hadn’t invaded their dreams. R’nya stepped back, allowing Quilriana her freedom, his gaze turning to the brutes on the floor. So much for his relaxing day!
Women.
The laugh was quickly turned into a grunt when the pouncing man’s fist connected with his stomach; R’nya’s reaction to bring his knee up hard landed a solid blow in the attacker’s groin and R’nya bounced backwards lightly to watch with a cringe but satisfaction as the bloke crumpled to the ground holding himself and crying in pain. It had been a pretty powerful jerk. R’nya nudged the man with the toe of his boot, watching as he flopped over, still holding his groin. Leaning down, the bronzerider grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and heaved him up with apparent ease though Xyreith was privy to the grunt of effort.
“I said leave!” Throwing the man back on the floor, R’nya turned to find the other one on the ground at Quilriana’s feet. Eyebrows lifted up and he fixed an approving pale gaze on the woman. Her terrified expression cleared his own and he stepped forward, giving the man a solid kick to the rump and tilting his head when the body grunted. “He will live,” R’nya’s tone made it unclear what his opinion was on that fact. “Why don’t you go up to the children? I will remove these gentlemen from the building and be up in a moment.”
Stepping closer to Quilriana, R’nya tilted her jaw gently to place a light kiss on her lips, hands lightly caressing her upper arms before wrapping around her in a gentle hug. Hopefully the kids were still asleep and the racket hadn’t invaded their dreams. R’nya stepped back, allowing Quilriana her freedom, his gaze turning to the brutes on the floor. So much for his relaxing day!
