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[dxstfinger]

He had a mouth on him and for that she backhanded him though not as hard as the first hit. Sabrina didn't hate him but he was a means to an end and a way to send a message to Miczariel. If they weren't in public she might have done more. That could wait for late. "I'm done now. You tell her that I plan on having a lot of fun with you." Then she was gone.

The second strike shouldn't have surprised him with his attitude problem, but it had. His heart pounded, if only for a moment in fear. That momentary thought that he could and may die here, it got his blood running cold, and he couldn't help thinking of Mic. He couldn't help triggering the magic in that pendant she'd given him. As he lifted his head again, licking his lower lip to make sure he didn't have a split lip (he didn't), he eyed her with unbridled hate. "Good riddance." He spat as she vanished, feeling bad that he'd probably summoned Mic to him with his fear. Only when she was gone did he let Gwin out, who climbed up to his shoulder, chattering in annoyance. "I hate her." He muttered in reply to his marten. "I hate her for everything she's done to her."

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"If she's going to be mad that I put my hands on you, I better make it worth it." Sabrina withdrew her hand and then pulled back to slap him right across the face. It was harder for her to manage because he was much taller than her but she did. Almost all her strength had gone behind the hit.

It felt like something had slammed into his face, not just a slap. It hurt, and it made him dizzy, and he was sure he bit his tongue. Reeling, he still lifted his head to give her a dark look somehow. Maybe it was weak of him to take the hit, or to shelter beneath a demonic lover, but he did both all the same, and with no pride spared. "I'll be sure to send your regards." He replied, rubbing his face, sure there was a bright red mark there. "When I said a hobby, I didn't mean courting death. Are you quite finished?"

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She listened to him with a scowl on her face but she didn't interrupt him. It was only when he turned to leave that Sabrina moved. Grabbing his arm, she said, "If you're still with her when I come, I'll kill you first. I'll do it very slow. I'll make you scream and make her watch. Think about it. If you really care about her, why put her through that?"

Dustfinger couldn't help that he flinched when she grabbed him, but when he turned his head to look at her it was obvious the reaction wasn't in fear, but distaste. "Then we'll be waiting for your visit. Alone, she could destroy you... but I'll even help her. I don't know anything about fighting but I'm willing to learn for her."

It was his turn to offer a rather nasty smile. "I don't know why you're always after her, but have you considered finding a hobby?" Glancing down at her hand on his arm, he sighed. "And I don't think she'll be too pleased to know you laid a hand on me either."

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The smile on her face disappeared. This man was a fool, obviously. It was fitting that Miczariel would pick someone like him to get involved with. "Fine. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to kill her. Nothing personal. But I'm more than willing to let you live. All you have to do is walk away."

It was better when she wasn't smiling. He hated her more when she smiled, like she had something to be pleased about. He knew people like her too well, having endured his share of beatings by them. There was nothing she enjoyed, not really. Nothing to smile about.

"I'd like to see you try. The way I see it, you can't do it unless you resort to cheap tricks or people to help you hurt others. She's so much more than you." His voice was as cold as ice, despite the fact that he felt like he was breathing flame. Not in this world, but he would have loved to breathe flame at her like he could in his own world.... though he'd never once used fire as a weapon before, the pain in his heart tempted him.

"Besides, if that's what you think people do when they get close, you've never known the company of another. You don't just walk away, you idiot." He turned to go, annoyed that she was trying to talk to offer him some kind of pointless deal. He'd rather die than live without Mic, in this stupid world he was caught up in.

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"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere, sugar, but thanks," she said, her smile tight and no humor on her face. The look on his face merely amused Sabrina. He was no threat to her; she could kill him in an instant and while she thought about it, she was here for another reason. "If you have something to say, go ahead. Then we can get down to business."

There was so much anger in him, both selfish and unselfish. This woman wasn't just the one who had murdered Mic. She was the one who brought that horrible man into it, the man who didn't deserve the term 'husband' and so Dustfinger did not call him such. Besides being a source of torment for the woman he loved, this woman was just like all the others, all the people he pitied for being so awful to everyone around them. Miserable fools, really. It wasn't hard for hatred to burn brightly in his heart, thinking of her, and that stupid Basta with his knife, too.

"I don't believe it would be a particularly brief sentiment. Say what you want and then get out of my business." And if she was going to kill him, at least get it over with. He wasn't keen on wasting his time with such a stupid person, and his anger had somehow pushed his fear of death aside at the moment.

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Sabrina had waited until the man left the motel room and followed him a bit until he was a decent way from it. Then she stepped out in front of him. "You remember me, don't you? I thought you and I could have a little chat."

Dustfinger was only stepping out to get something for the two to eat, since she was in no shape to go out alone. Not for another few days. He was just drawing near the market when she emerged. Damn it! He ought to have been paying better attention! It wasn't like being in the forest, though, where he knew every snap of a twig. Here, it was open and foreign. Here, he was vulnerable.

Lifting Gwin off of his shoulder and slipping the protesting marten into his bag, Dustfinger gave her a very cold, bold stare. "How could I forget such a horrible wretch?" He replied, not caring that he was being stupid. He hated her! Hated her. He hated everyone that had caused Miczariel pain, and she was not exempt. Love had made him both brave and stupid. "Oh, there's so much I'd like to say to you." He replied in turn, fire in his eyes and his heart.

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