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yuri lowell.

Nothing said suspicious quite like a stranger shrouded in the obscuring cloth of a cloak, making their way like they were thinking quite intensely about something. Of course, such a thing would be almost impossible to decipher with little to see in line of body language, but Yuri felt fairly confident in his assessment without having to second guess himself. 

Which clearly meant he needed figure it out.

His foot landed on the trailing edge of that outfit, clamping down just enough to trap it on the floor and sent the man toppling in a totally unplanned albeit undignified manner. 

"Sorry about that." Fully prepared for his usual bullshit excuse covering the on-purpose act, Yuri was forced to stop midway through by the sight greeting him. Ashen irises sat fixed on the incredibly familiar man for a long moment, gathering the information in front of his eyes before finally speaking. “Well, that’s one face I never thought I’d be seeing again.” 

Of course it would be that one to find him first. of course    it would be that one who thought to rip to shreds an alibi    (death) to keep him safe from swords which wished for a    head upon a platter if known his existence. that was just    how it worked, how it always had.

   And Alexei was now in the precarious position of being     among a man who had every right — thought — dignity    to run him through { again. stabbing pain, ripping    through his abdomen, blood sprayed, dripping down    lips, copper biting his tongue } and leave the ex-    commandant quite indisposed

      “The same could be said for I you," it had been a     cruel hope. thought to leave him alone for long enough    that when he was learned of, he would already be once    again dead. “Now, would you mind removing yourself    from my cloak so I may stand and not worry another    fall?”

   Words were said with a bite to them. no sign of grudge    held upon his face, in his tone, or along his posture, but    he was careful to keep formal. a thing learned from     years upon years of politics.

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get him out of there. out of the memories, out of the    pain that wreaked havoc upon his heart. down    -trodden lips pursing in calculation what he knew    would be his downfall if he played his card just so.

   Yes, he had to be -- [ CRASH ]                                                          careful.

   Entangled cape upon feet behind him and a frown    marring his features, Alexei went to turn, having    tripped quite undignified thanks to this stranger. or    whom he thought to be a stranger, only to be left    with a feeling ripping in gut that made him wish it     were just a stranger.               "I do believe, you    are stepping upon my cloak."

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Alrighty, while drawing Alexei's armor, I noticed a thing. and now I want to discuss it through headcanon stuff so that I can keep it with me for later on.

Alexei Dinoia is approximately 6'0"-2" from the height difference in comparison to Yuri Lowell who stands at 5'11".*

He appears to be a very intimidating man and is supposed to be a figure of authority and balance, making himself --not only tall-- but supposedly very thick in his build. The pauldrons on his shoulders are supposed to help widen his body and give a much more prickly look to him.

Though this is armor. True, in RPG's in general, armor does not need to be constructed 'logically', but if you look there is a pudge around Alexei's middle where his belt is. Have you ever put on a very big or had multiple layers of clothing on and put on a belt? It typically bunches up together very tightly and where we already know Alexei has one other layer on (thanks to the black turtle-neck, seen in his armor already,) it would be my guess he has at least one more layer on underneath that.

That is speculation though, my opinion points it out as an obvious thing because the turtleneck looks like it would be very skin-tight (or at least tight enough to be form fitting) so the likelyhood that the thin undergarment being his only layer of clothing seems a little silly to me he would not have more protection beneath that.

But that's not where my thoughts really start ticking it's looking at his arms.

From what we see on the pictures, we can't really tell where his shoulders are, which gives me the impression perhaps they aren't really all that wide? Combined with the fact his waist/the poof his belt makes, it brings to mind Alexei as an actually very slim build. 

Other reasons why I think this include;;    His position in the knights. High training regimen with extreme responsibilities that would take up a lot of his time.    Magic users;; Alexei is a strong arte user, able to construct high tier Fireball, Stone Blast, Thunder Blade, Violent Pain, Ground Dasher, Tidal Wave, and Holy Rain. Most Magic Users have a thinner look to them (for some reason or another) and Alexei being one may have a lighter build because of it.

So cue a very scrawny (or at least thin) commander/captain/commandant in the knights that looks easier to beat up, foes underestimate him and makes it easier for him to best them. This would make fights easier and --combined with his magic artes-- he would be able to progress through the knights easier.

When he becomes commandant, he would have to make more of an appearance to fit in and intimidate others, thus why he would begin wearing heavier clothing to make him look tougher, not quite so dainty.

Anyway there you guys go (if you made it through all this; you have my praise)

( *this can be seen during the scene at Heliord when he becomes a model you can stand next to and 'talk' with and is at least half a head taller than Yuri )

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Don’t   e v e r                            let  them       see you                           [flinch]

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Flynn.

Flynn didn’t mean to, but he could feel how his muscles tensed a bit at Alexei’s reply, and it was hard to mask his displeasure in the answer he got when he felt his eyebrows furrow.  Nothing of what Alexei said was necessary wrong.  

In fact, if it wasn’t for the fact Alexei previously tried to destroy the world, he would say his explanation seemed harmless enough.  But since he did try to destroy the world, Flynn couldn’t help, but be skeptic of Alexei’s response.  There was something about it that Flynn couldn’t bring himself to completely believe Alexei’s words.

The delivery of his words, and the slight body language, Flynn could tell something was off with Alexei’s response.  The fact he cut himself was no doubt the truth, and Flynn believed that.  What Flynn had a hard time believing was Alexei cutting himself while sharpening his knife.  

There was no evidence of Alexei’s use of a whetstone.  The amount of pressure needed to sharpen a knife would create an indent in the shape of the stone in the dirt below him, and while it could be argued that he put it away like the knife, but surely Alexei wasn’t stupid enough to sharpen a knife while holding a whetstone or placing it on his lap.  It was one of the very basic things you learn after enlisting to the imperial knights, and seeing as Alexei was the commandant before himself, he wouldn’t be so stupid to do such a thing. 

Alexei was right though. 

How he cut himself was not one of Flynn’s “grievances” with him.  There was a lot of other things Flynn could be asking, which was far more important than how Alexei could have cut himself.  Besides, it didn’t look like Alexei was up to any trouble, and he couldn’t cause too much trouble with only what Flynn could assume is a pocket knife. 

And so, Flynn decided to let it go.  It wouldn’t do him any good to be questioning every single intention of Alexei.  Frankly, Flynn didn’t have enough time in the day to be constantly worried about what Alexei could possibly be thinking, and what he plans on doing. 

"No it’s fine. I’ll believe you for now on your story in regards to how you cut yourself unless you give me a reason to doubt you," Flynn answered.  And the moment Alexei gives him any doubts, Flynn had no problem unsheathing his sword, and apprehending Alexei.  He seemed weaponless, which worked in Flynn’s favor, but there was no telling what Alexei was truly capable of.  

After all, they only narrowly defeated Alexei last time, and Flynn was fighting with a party of people, and Alexei was distracted the entire time, and never gave them his full undivided attention.  If that day Alexei fought, actually fought like he’s capable of, Flynn had doubts they would have won that day.  

"I’ll start with a simple question then, what are you doing here Alexei? The rest of the world thinks you’re dead, and I thought so too up until about five minutes ago." 

stance calm, Alexei didn’t seem to put too much thought       into how one spoke to him, instead looking at his stance,       the flickering of eyes or turn of head, anything from       muscle tension to itching feet. There was always a fear,       paranoia trickling, whispering into his ear, telling him of       how the other would stab him, drag him to death in some       way or form. Yet, red hues did not flicker, did not flinch.

      Keep calm. That was how one worked through any       question. He knew that, more than anyone that when a       man lost their temper … 

      The brain itself creating a wave of adrenaline, forcing       you to move, reacting to stimuli and fight, chemically       bonding with other muscles in your body, a thin layer of       perspiration, unable to stand still, twitching eye and a       series of other bodily visible reactions.

      That was just how the human body worked.                             Which included his own.

      He was quite sure Flynn held back on his tongue, yet       at the query of what was he doing here, that elicited a       sharp sigh, injured hand lifting, pressing against the       bridge of his nose. “For food,” he qualified, with an air       of frustration. “I am human, whether or not the belief a       live thing is dead, does not equate to it not needing       nourishment.”

      His finger lifted away from his face, the other hand       going to rest at his hip, “Similar to the affect if one were       to place an experiment with a cat, place it inside a box       were one cannot see it, then one has no proof it is dead,       thus we conclude it both alive and dead. Yet if we keep       that cat in the box for a long enough period of time with       no food or water, it will be dead, no matter what the       scientific term qualifies it as.” Truly, all had to eat, even       Alexei, even if he found the act to be quite … well, he       did not enjoy it, to put it lightly.

      The man found it to be a waist. Time spent having to       consume an object’s energy and only get so much       from the passed down tree of nutrition … this was       why the man preferred fruits and other similar types       of food. Where it still lost a good portion of it’s       energy from the sun when cooked and able to be       consumed, it still retained much more than meat of       an animal which had harvested the energy and then       cut that energy in half as well.

                                               “I meant for it to be a quick trip,       unfortunately, you caught me after the accident and thus       why I am now here, here. Is there anything else I should       answer, or may I be allowed to leave now?”

      Alexei did not appear to be too worried, though he did       have a desire to disappear quite quickly before he drew       too much more attention to himself.

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Tangled sentence pack

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"Don’t worry. This is actually a very fun story!"

“The outside world is a dangerous place. Filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here, where you’re safe.”

“How about 23 out of 45?” 

“Wow, I could get used to a view like this.” 

“Guys, I want a castle.” 

“All the things we’ve seen and it’s only 8 in the morning!”

“I’m just teasing. Stop taking everything so seriously!” 

“Would you sing for me, darling?”

“Look at you, as fragile as a flower.” 

“I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together you don’t trust me!” 

“Alone at last.”

"You know I hate leaving you after a fight, especially after I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.” 

“Struggling is pointless.”

“I know why you’re here, and I’m not afraid of you.” 

“Hey. How are ya’? Name’s _______. How’s your day goin’?” 

“I’m prepared to offer you a deal.” 

“You broke my smolder.” 

“Stay calm. It can probably smell fear.” 

“Find your humanity!” 

“Woah! Somebody get me a glass, cause I just found me a tall drink of water!”

“You should know that this is the strangest thing that I have ever done!” 

“You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? It would ruin my whole reputation.”

“Well I hope you’re here to apologize.” 

“You okay?” 

“I’m terrified.” 

“I’m sorry. Everything is fine. There’s just something I have to take care of.” 

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” 

“I’m the lost princess.” 

“You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy.” 

“What’s the password?” 

“I feel maybe this whole time we’ve just been misunderstanding each other.” 

“Okay. Let’s see how fast you can run!” 

“We are going where no one will ever find you again!” 

“No! I won’t stop! For every minute for the rest of my life I will fight! I will never stop trying to get away from you!” 

“I can’t let you die.” 

“No! No! What have you done?!” 

“You were my new dream.” 

“Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes?” 

“Well, you can imagine what happened next.”

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Flynn.

Flynn wasn’t sure on what Alexei could have possibly been doing that he ended up cutting himself.  He did notice Alexei slipping something in his cloak though he didn’t get a good look to what it was.  However, it was obvious that whatever Alexei was doing he cut himself with a knife.  

The young commandant didn’t see the knife in question, but considering the size of a cut, it was easy to tell it a a small knife wound.  It was certainly too small for any sword wound.

"Would you mind if I asked what you were doing to get yourself hurt like that?" Flynn asked.  It was strange to see Alexei bleeding for what was most likely a minor error on his part.  When Alexei was commandant, Flynn admired him… well he did up until Alexei’s plans became apparent.  In any case, Alexei always seemed incredibly well put together, so seeing him like this, it was rather… strange.

alexei cleaned   the   excess  blood  from  the  crevices        between his fingers before focusing his gaze back upon       the knight, his mouth pursing in  silent  consideration to       how exactly it was best to answer.  Pride  came  before        the fall, but perhaps here it  was  best  to  keep another       secret tucked away. It  had been an accident,  after  all,       any motion or way to  be  seen wouldn't (or should not)        be  used  against  the  ex-commandant.   Surely,  as  a        person with enough ability, this need not be ... 

      say, a problem?

                      "It's  nothing of crucial  importance, but  if  you  must                        know, it was slip, sharpening a knife on a whetstone                        and twisted it the wrong way."

     Perhaps he should not  have divulged that  information,       false that it may be. Which was  worse,  cutting oneself      upon a fruit or a  whetstone,  and which would the man      be more likely to not be embarrassed by? The fruit was      more  demeaning  --in his eye--  to  the  rest  of  it.  His       eased  expression  and  crimson  gaze  lifting to look at      the knight with a quiet thoughtfullness.

                     "Come now, that cannot be your only grievance                        with me, and while we  are  here,  we  may  as                         well answer them."

     We, he meant as-in answering Flynn's queries on      anything pertaining to the thoughts the blonde       currently bore. 

     A silver eyebrow quirked.             "So do tell me, Scifo, is your                       questions all pertaining  to  the  essence  of the cut                       upon my palm,  or  would  you  like  to get answers                       while I am still here to get answers from?"

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Flynn.

Flynn sighed.  He sure had his own set of questions to ask Alexei, but he couldn’t exactly ask away with Alexei’s hand bleeding like that.  Flynn dug into his pocket, and took out a handkerchief. 

"Here, this should help with the bleeding," Flynn offered. 

      Glancing up at the knight in question, an eyebrow rose        in  Alexei's  own  form   of   silent  query,   before   shaking        his  head  and  accepting   the  handkerchief.  He  had   no        rhyme nor  reason  to  attempt  to  decline  something   for        a simple c u t. One that  would  not  be  explained  by  the        ever-prideful man in how he  had  slipped  his hands palm        whilst cutting an apple.

                       "Ah, my ... thanks." 

       While the apple in question was quickly hid in the long-        sleeve of his cloak.

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Flynn.

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"I admit, I’m more or less surprised to see you here."

                        "...I admit, I'm less surprised                          to see you confronting me."

       and cue a blank stare, his hand currently out         of  order  from  the  looks  of  dripping  crimson         between the slits.

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                    "I feel as though I've missed                      something rather prominent."

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                                                               "Perhaps next time I'll take off the gloves--"

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Mutt [ x ]:

He’d turned his back for a second to speak to someone, and that was his first mistake. Turning back and lifting the drink to his lips was his second. He couldn’t really piece much together after that. He remembered being ‘escorted’ outside, and then the pain.  Blow after blow; hit after hit - the vigilante wasn’t even given a chance to defend himself. 

"Maybe next time you’ll listen, Lowell."  Was the only thing he could remember being said, as coughing wracked his form, spilling a small puddle onto the ground. 

His head wouldn’t stop pounding. He only wanted his head to stop pounding.  

Hearing his name again, he looked up with blurred vision, one eye starting to swell shut from his injuries. 

"…why am I not surprised, Lowell."

Who was that? He knew that voice but he didn’t know why? 

Before he could make sense of the blotches of red and sliver, he passed out. 

To be honest, the white-haired man had not expected this to happen, crimson hues staring down, almost apethetically towards the mutt who decided to get a bit too much to drink and a bit too much for the rest of them, just to top that one off.

A sigh followed from Alexei's lips, kneeling down, taking the wounds for consideration. Nothing too major, perhaps a broken rib or two, black eye, split lip, a scar from something hard hitting his skull, no internal bleeding (that he could detect from a simple look-over), so really, he could have just left Yuri there.

Ignore the man who stared up at him just seconds before passing out...

A soft 'tch' passed the man's lips. If such simpletons could defeat the wolf, he would have no problems restraining Lowell if any queries were to come up on 'how he was back'. Not to mention, he would need a sword for that to occur.

So, instead of leaving the dog to his fate, the fox lowered himself down, wrapping arms gently around a broken frame and lifted him up on stable arms. No, he did not care for Yuri, rather for what he stood for. Now, he bore a symbol to several others, which included the lower quarter, if he left the man sitting there at this point in time, he would be leaving a symbol which had --forcefully, grudgingly, hatefully-- earned his respect.

Each step drew closer to the inn. Each step of clacking foot steps, red hues forward, refusing to look at the boy in his arms. A soft yipping and growling coming from upstairs, Alexei only glancing as raised hackles and a pipe procured...

                                                    Repede.   Military  dog,   imprinted                                                     on members, close companionship,                                                     helpful partners ...

Quick to push thoughts aside with statistic likelihoods of suspicion and the dog biting, he instead made no moves to even look twice at the dog as he passed. Yowling barks snapping his ears like sirens and he kicked the door open casually. Pushing through and setting Lowell upon the bed, glancing about the room, scrunging through drawers as the dog followed in, sniffing and brushing his nose against Yuri's hand.

              "Dog," Alexei did not give him                casualties  as Repede looked                to him. "Bandages, bowl..." A                throwing     glance     towards                Lowell,  it  was  not   seconds                 the dog disappeared.

One good thing about military breeds, they were trained to recognize audible words, not in the same way as a human, mind you, but similarly enough one would not be able to tell the difference unless spoken of before hand. Sitting besides the bed, he awaited the dogs return, as-such it did with the items asked upon.

Taking them, he allowed a smile to curl half of his lip, "Thank-you." the word was enough for Repede to drop them to his feet, Alexei moving quickly afterwards to stand, find a place to fill the pan, using artes --careful to not waist all his energy upon something so menial as this-- to heat the water and returned, beginning to dip a cloth into the warm water, wiping clean blood, focusing bandages on where they mattered.

Parting shirt carefully to make sure his innitial suspects were correct of no internal bleeding.

Appearing so, he wrapped up the ribs, finishing his procedures before standing, wiping off his gloves and beginning to turn. A sharp growl and teeth snagged in the back of his cloak. Alexei glanced over-- 

                                                         "I did not do  this  to  your                                                           master, now leave me be."

No relent upon caught cloth and Alexei sighed ... the cloak was one of the few things he could not afford to lose, so with a biting 'fine', he went back, sitting near Lowell, looking out the window rather than the pale face which color was rising upon. Repede himself sitting by the door now, watching Alexei, refusing to let the man leave.

Really, Alexei wished he didn't care that he now --technically-- owed the dog by taking his supplies, but really ... "This is ridiculous."

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     She could hardly keep herself from giggling when he promptly knelt down before her, charmed by the gallantry he so easily displayed. Mister Dinoia always reminded her of the honored knights from her storybooks, and maybe even the princes themselves.

Bright green eyes lit up when he asked for her assistance and a joyful smile spread across her round face. "Could I really?" Alice asked in awe. When she was little, her mother used to say her golden hair was made from strands of the sun, and whenever she looked at the kind knight, she couldn’t help but think that his hair must have been woven from the moon itself.

Standing on the tips of her toes, she reached out to carefully place the crown atop his head, little fingers adjusting the flowers and tucking silver tresses aside so it stood at the perfect angle. "There!" She chirped happily, pulling her hands back and holding them behind herself, impossibly pleased that he’d accepted her gift.

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Swallowing ones tongue was difficult at times, upon one knee he stood just a little shorter than the girl. Tall, he was indeed such a thing. When hands lifted, green eyes depriving joy from the man's actions, he could not help but to give a light chuckle, agreeing without hesitation.

Children were always so innocent. It was strange. Even those who were exposed to horrors held about them an almost unreal quality to cling to the good of the world.

Fingers arranged the flowers carefully upon his head, his own chin tilting downward to allow for slight better access to the white uneven strands which fell just beyond his shoulders. Hacked off not too long ago, his hair was just beginning to grow back into a more natural shape, not that Alexei ever once again planned on allowing himself to let it grow as long as it once had been, but ...

A smile, easily accompanied lips as he felt her triumphant, happy call of finishing and he lifted his head. 

                                         "Well then?" He querried, gesturing to                                            the flowers a tad playfully, "How do I                                            fair?"

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     It wasn’t often that someone so important could find the time to step away from his duties, but he’d promised to visit today and it merited something special.

Sitting in the grassy field, Alice was careful to only pick as many flowers as she would need and carefully wove them together in a second crown, one that wasn’t as colorful as her own.

The little girl gasped softly when she heard the gentle clinking of armor that came with his calm walk and smiled, looking behind her to confirm that he’d indeed arrived.

"Mister Dinoia!" Getting up, she smoothed the wrinkles of her dress and made her way towards the Commandant, holding out the flower crown in her small hands for him. "This is for you!"

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Commandant.

It was a title with many responsibilities and many tasks he had to achieve. To become even slightly worthy of this honor bestowed upon him (that he had been working towards for those handfuls of years) it meant that there was little time for childish games or likewise for anyone else. This often procured different results between the populous.

Yet a small child had caught his intrigue. She reminded him of the young girl in the castle and --he hoped, one day-- they would be able to meet each-other. Certainly they would get along, as the Princess-in-waiting was quite keen on making friends with all she could.

Each step taken was that of a calm man, one who knew where he lay in a plan much bigger than his own.

                    "Ah, Miss Alice." he agreed, slowly lowering himself                      to his knees to glance  upon the  crown that rested                      within nimble fingers. "Hehe, is it now?"

Such things were always taken at a breath-taking pace, and, to be honest, meeting with this young girl with a crown of petals reminded him extensively of the little Princess. How odd it was, the two of them so similar and yet so contrastingly different.

                                              "Perhaps you would like to help me with it?" 

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Zagi’s amusement  quickly turned to that of annoyance, and he roughly bit the inside of his cheek as the other spoke. So, he was gonna play like that, was he?

What a prick.

"Y’know, for someone who likes to act like some sorta smug genius, you’re kinda stupid for not walking around me. Like, the fuck’s with that? You’re a nobody around here. I’m not just gonna step outta the way for someone who doesn’t mean jack shit.”

Zagi wasn’t going to fall for Alexei’s little spout about being shown up by an old guy. That was a cliched attack at a person’s pride at best. It had been done again and again, and it was going to take a lot more than something as pathetic as that to infuriate Zagi.

He dug his heel into the gravel below his feet, unwavering. If he broke eye-contact, it was only to roll his eyes at Alexei’s words. Something in his gut told him to knock it off- that he was treading on thin ice, but another part of him did not want to cave under the pressure.

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It was a distasteful stare, smirk not daring to leave his lips. Smug genius, is he? Then what did that make the fellow who simply refused to get out of his way to begin with? Certainly, he didn't mean anything around here, and that was how Alexei preferred at the moment. Whispers of his life would only cause that much more problems for him and, while he was not one to turn away such commodities, he was certainly not one to just dismiss rudeness when given to him.

      "For someone who pretends to not care of what I do,        you  are  extremely  persistent  upon  not  letting me        through."

A hand lifts, gesturing to the area behind the man who refused to move, "So allow me to be brief, lest I strain your ability to understand. The walls are close together, I take up enough room where I cannot simply move past one who stands right in the center of the path."

Rolled eyes were ignored as red oculars piece together more, attempting to paint a picture in his mind of this persons personality in total. Biting remarks intent to frustrate, stubbornness which rivaled that of an ass, standing tall, either too smart or dumb for his own good in standing in his way (Alexei unable to fight without bringing attention to his person,) hands twitching at his side as he carefully how the other reacted.

                                                       "Now then, would you let                                                          me pass."