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The School in the Afterlife (Always Accepting)

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Kelly watched him sleep blushing at his remark. She then laid down saying "goodnight "and went to sleep. She was back in her nightmare of being rapt by the man she saw earlier and woke up with a start sweating she glanced down at Darian sleeping and smiled then fell back asleep this time staying asleep and dreaming about him.
 
Altair was becoming disturbed that his swings didn't land on her body. He got so close to landing some good strikes and she managed to move at the last second. He wouldn't let his training be inn vain. Those years studying the arts started kicking in slowly and Altair was getting in the zone. "This time you go down angel." Altair sprinted at full speed into the building right behind Nathan. They Altair had his swords ready to defend against any attack but he didn't stop running. He spotted angel coming out of the bathroom and tried to run even faster but he was at his limit. He led a full on charge and lunged both of his swords at her stomach. He could at least keep her in one place so Nathan could deliver the final blow.
 
Amelia loved and hated her job. Loved when she got to hang out with Dead Souls and send them off to Heaven. Hated when she had to punish and choose to either obliterate a Deal Soul or not. In this case, today, she had to punish a certain Dead Soul....again. She lost count on how many times Nathan has gone against the rules, but for some off reason, she herself has yet to Obliterate him. Yasibel did the pleasure of punishing him, killing him over and over, so that should equal it out. Amelia rather liked the kid....even if he was annoying. She felt that each Dead Soul deserved to go to Heaven, so she waited out a bit, keeping a good eye before deciding there fate. Most or all the Souls tended to come to her for aid, since...well...Yasibel isn't much to be relied on.

“He skipped class....again.” She huffed as he flew through the air, cutting through dark clouds and approached the large school that housed and taught Dead Souls. The NPC's mingled about, keeping to themselves as well, though they seemed to always be attracted to her, like a big to a bug zapper. Sensing out where Nathan was, she frowned, sensing not only him, but Altair and Yasibel. Both Angels were opposites from each other. Amelia being the more good Angel, while Yasibel, the bad. It was good to have ying and yang somewhere, so in this case, Amelia was the ying to Yasibel's yang. “Not against Yasibel.”She grumbled, slipping out a small hunk of crystal from her side bag around her thigh. With just a concentrated though, the crystal turned into a long bladed scythe. Approaching the school, she calculated accurate aim and tossed her scythe, hearing it as it sliced through air and broke into a wall, the tip of the blade pinned to the wall and had stuck just a few inches from Nathan's person.

Amelia swooped in and easily assesed the situation. She sighed and shook her head, looking to Nathan, one delicate hand placed on her hip. “You Mr, have a date with the Isolation room.” She said tartly. The Isolation room was a specified out of this real room, where there was nothing, just endless white and no where to go, no doors, places, people, nothing. Complete Isolation could drive a person man, even someone like Amelia, since no one really liked to be alone. Marching over to Nathan, she grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar and hauled him up, his feet dangling. Waggling her finger at him, she tsked. “Honestly Nathan. Why bother ditching early morning classes, if you know that I shall find out. I believe three hours in the Isolation room will do you good, what do you think?” She didn't bother to wait for a response. She summed her scythe, catching it in her hand and easily dragged him down the hallway. “Trying to catch Yasibel again?”She asked, already knowing the routine for his missed class sessions.
 
Nathan was about to take aim toward Yasibell when Altair had decided to rush her once more when his eyes went wide as they stayed forward in shock, though he had seen what had happened and saw the scythe fly past him and impale itself in the wall only inches next to him. The next thing he knew, he was suddenly lifted up by the back of his collar and he looked to Amelia, a bit of a concerned look on his face as he forced a smile to her. "A-Amelia...Hey..." He was...afraid of her to an extent. Unlike Yasibell who often fed his flame by fighting him and such, Amelia was a different story and often took matters into her own hands differently and the last thing he wanted was to go into the isolation room. "Yes...Trying to catch her yet again, though this time we had her on the run until you came in. Excuse me real quick." He said before aiming his crossbow into her stomach and shooting an arrow to pierce through her at point blank range. It would not kill her, given that she was immortal and something like this was considered a flesh wound to Dead Soul and Angel alike, but it would hopefully have her lose her grasp on him so he could make his daring escape and possibly take out Amelia as a bonus to killing Yasibell...not that he knew that they could not die as well since he could never kill them.
 
She quirked a brow and before she could ask, pain sliced through her stomach, hot blood running down a bit, staining her dress. Her NEW dress. If his plan had been for her to loosen her grip, he was sadly mistaken. Amelia can be the sweetest little kitten ever, but when one crossed her, it wasn't pretty, though she seemed to still have a smile on her face while she gauged ones eyes out. Her hold on his shirt tightened, her arm shaking from the fierce grip. “Oh now.....Nathan, that was rather rude of you. All you had to say was, ' Amelia, please don't send me to the Isolation room. I'll happily count all the number 2 pencil', Saying please does wonders.”She slammed him against the wall, her scythe disappearing and turning back into nothing more than the crystal it originally was. Placing it in her side, bag on her thigh, Amelia curled her fingers around the slim arrow and pulled it out, blood seeping out slowly, though the wound was slowly closing, the blood stopping.

She waved the blood covered arrow infront of his face and tsked, eyes glowing. Who said tortured had to involve whips and chains and blades? Smirking Amelia leaned closer, pressing her body against his slightly, her breasts firm against his chest. She was a tad bit taller than him, but not by much. She ran the tip of his arrow along his cheek, down his jaw and along his throat, adding slight pressure, enough to draw out a little bead of blood. “You should already know I'm not like Yasibell, so I'm not always mean.....just when I have to be.”She smiled sweetly, pressing her lips against his ear and whispered sweetly into it. “ I would have given you a baby slap on the wrist and asked that you stop ditching class, but, “She pressed herself firmly against him, every inch of her body against his, “now I'm gonna to really have to punish you.” Without warning, she lowered the arrow down with a swift move and sunk it into his stomach. Before he could react properly, she braced both hands on either side of his head and twisted his neck, letting his body limp to the floor. She looked down, and nibbled her lip. “Oh......maybe I was a tad bit too rough. I'm sorry Nathan. No...wait....you deserve this.......”She nibbled her lip more and reached down, grabbing at his ankle and hauled him, dragging his limp body easily down the hall way. “Lets see...lets...ah­...” She mentally forced a near by classroom door opened and dragged him in, seeing no one inside. Closing the door, she propped him in one of the chair, holding him steady, his twisted head lauling from one side. Amelia worked fast, keeping him in that sitting position, his hands placed one over the other and settled on the desk. Taking out her crystal, she transformed it into a rope and wrapped his hands and wrists securely to the desk.

“There. Lets see.....no to choose. “She said, mentally debating on what to do with him. She had been nice enough to summon his cross bow and lay it on the empty teachers desk. “Nathan. Are you awake?”
 
"Oh shit!" He said when he felt himself get slammed into the wall and he had a dazed look on his face before his eyes shot open and looked toward the arrow she was shaking in his face, his eyes following the tip as it moved about the air until he felt her press herself against him as well as the arrow. He could feel the arrow scratch against his skin and slightly and barely make him bleed. Feeling the arrow impale into his stomach, his eyes went wide but before he could cry out, he felt his neck get snapped and he fell to the floor, unconscious though it would only be a minute or two due to it only being his neck having snapped.

When he came to, his neck would snap itself back together with a loud CRACK before his eyes fluttered open and his head lolled around as he was shakey. Soon he shook his head and looked to see his crossbow on the table and immediately reached for it, only to have his hands get constricted and finally notice the rope that held his hands and wrist to the desk. HE looked around and saw Amelia and turned a bit pale once more. "A-Amelia...Whats the meaning of this!?" He expected to be in the isolation room when he came to but it seemed she had something else in mind. "Let me go!"
 
"Now why should I let you go if I have to administer punishment. You did this to yourself you know. I'm the nice one here for Heaven's sake. I'm not Yasibell. "She felt like the bully. "I'm not a bully or anything.....but you should already know how i get when you misbehave and do stupid stunts like what you just pulled on me with that stupid cross bow of yours."She huffed, her cheeks flushed from irritation, but she toned it down, gaining back her control. "Alright...now...for punishment."She tapped her chin, pacing infront of him as she debated. What would be good. There wasn't a point in beating the shit out of him, since Yasibell already did that and the Isolationg room was out of the question, since that arrow to the stomach was personal.


"Perhaps....you would like to choose your own punishment?"She asked, looking at him innocently. "Unless, " she clapped her hands and two magazines appeared out of thin air, floating night beside her, "you would like to go through these magazines, listen to me rant and complain about the lastest fashion trends and hair do's and oh, take the What kind of guy is perfect for you quizzes. And have me point out every deatailed flaw on all the celebrities shown." She didn't even let him answer, just continued to speak, opening up one of the magazines to the second page, showing him celebrity woman in nice gowns. "Like this, oh man, you call this fashion. That dress was so last year. And that color. Salmon? Who wears that color? She lookes to pale for her own good." Amelia was already punishing him without really knowing it. Most straight men couldn't stand sitting there, listening to a woman rant about magazines and fashion.
 
"You call this fucking punishment...if your idea of punishment is to bore me to death...You're working REALLY hard at pissing me off, Amelia..." He murmured as he could do nothing but sit there and listen to her rant on and on about various things within that magazine. He glared at her as she continued on and seemed to start bashing his head against the desk, trying to kill himself so that he could be passed out for several minutes and hope to some god that she would be finished by the time he'd revive. He soon sighed as he could do nothing, not even kill himself. "God just shut the hell up, Amelia!" He said as he stood up and began to walk away, backing up slowly and dragging the desk with him as he moved away from her and tried to go for the doors, only to get his body out, yet the table was too large to move out of the doorway and he was stuck. "Dammit Amelia! Get me out of this desk! I'll do anything this moment if you'll just shut up already about this stuff!"
 
The cool air and breeze could be felt for miles, the entire stretch of land could easily have been some sort of paradise to anyone lying in this characters predicament. Finally he came to when a leaf dropped upon his lips, his eyes fluttering open as his pupils readjusted to the daylight, his hand dropped to his chest and slid up his body to the place on his temple the migraine was striking. Nothing was there, just a simple area of his blonde unruly hair that he always left alone. His eyes followed the sky, it was incredible...the weather there was completely abnormal and almost surreal. The rustling leaves was heard as he finally moved to a sitting motion. The sharp crack and pain hit his temples as the migraine took full effect, it was a pain in the ass. The dark black school uniform hugged his body tightly in most of the right places. He didn't care to ask how he got in the clothes, more as to where the hell he was. "What in the fuck."Julian muttered to himself.

Standing at a total height of six foot two, he was fairly tall and could see the school in the distance. It was large, and strangely...a sight for sore eyes. A possible civilization was nearby or something of the sort, even if he had no fucking clue how he got there it didn't matter to him. However he did check his pockets, shuffling out a cigarette which he was glad was still there. Flicking the zippo lighter open and then on he lit the cigarette. Shuffling the lighter away he pressed the brown butt of the cig against his lips taking a puff as his feet shuffled through the tall grass towards the building in the distance.

The sounds of fighting, somehow weapons or some sort had been dropped into the hands of what appeared to be normal everyday people. His eyes followed the path as he noticed a woman hauling an apparently unconscious man into the school....or was he dead? The thought sent shivers down his body, the bumps of goose flesh becoming prominent on his skin as he took a second drag of the warm cigarette that seemed to always get rid of his jitters. Dropping it to the floor he stomped out the cigarette as he placed his hands onto his hips, leaning back as he looked up trying to find some sort of name or sign or something, seeing nothing but the building itself. His lips pursed together as he spoke. "What the fuck kind of place is this..."
 
She honestly didn't care, so long as he just sat there and listened. The fact that he couldn't do anything to her was punishment enough. She heard him banging his head on the desk, but she didn't stop, just kept going, until he said to shut up, practically yelling at her. She did....and frowned. "Oh.....you're so mean."She said watching his rise to his feet, the desk still bound to his hands. She coudln't help but laugh, watching as he got his body out, but the desk itself. He wouldn't be able to break the rope, especially since it was a weapon personally made for her. Only she could damage her own weapons. "Oh so silly. Come back here. "She said, taking hold of the edge of the desk, and dragged him back in, kicking the door closed and locked it. She pushed him, forcing him to sit back down, the desk thumping on the floor a bit.


She placed her hands gently on the desk, leaning forward, her face close to his. "You said you'll do anything. I wonder what you mean by that. That sort of statement can mean alot of things Nathan."She smirked, leaning a bit closer, her lips so close to his, though just an inch away. "Why do you always seem to break the rules. You know that Yasibell doesn't do anything. Do you like it when I punish you Nathan?"She asked, curiously. He was weird. He never listened. "If you keep misbehaving.....you'll never go to Heaven and I don't want that fate for you. You need to be good Nathan."
 
Nathan's eyes widened as he felt himself get dragged back over, and as he tried to resist by planting his feet in the ground he eventually was forced over. As he sat there with a defeated look on his face, he opened his eyes and was surprised to see her so close, he could feel her breath against his lips as she spoke to him and he blushed lightly as he looked to her. "I-I..." He was at a loss for words. He did not like the punishment that they gave them, though he loved the thrill of the fight. "I am not going to Heaven or Hell...I choose to stay here and I will make this world mine...to bend to my will and shape it for the better...Though as to how I will do that...I will not know until this world is mine..." His words were shakey the entire time he spoke.
 
The look in her eyes changed to sincerity. "You can't stay here. What would be the point. You cannot control what isn't yours." She herself didn't know who truly controlled this Realm, but as of now and what she figured, Yasibell and herself had more control and power over the Dead Souls here than anyone else. She stroked his cheek gently. "If you don't how you will lay claim to this realm, then it is obvious that you are not fit to rule it. You should already have a plan set."

Amelia couldn't help, but grin. "Maybe you want to claim it just so you can spend eternity with me. Oh Nathan, you're so sweet. "She tease. "You do realize that you have to get rid of Yasibell and me."Amelia let him think about that. How could they kill that in which cannot be killed. "I should punish you. For having such an idea. I wonder what I should do to you? What do you think?"She pulled away, walking around the desk, her hand smoothing up his arm until she was behind him. She wrapped her arm loosely around his shoulders, her breasts pressed firmly against his back. Her lips close to his ear, she spoke with such a velvity voice. "Would you like to choose your own punishment?"
 
"I...Well...You know...not all good plans are thought of immediately...Things can go just as good if you just wing it." He said in response to her saying that he did not have a plan. When she mentioned that he'd have to killed Yasibell as well as herself, he wondered how. He could not kill them before, only wound them. They healed much faster than Dead souls and the closest he ever got to killing one was having an arrow slit the throat of Amelia around when he first arrived. Then, it seemed that Amelia was back to her old tricks once more as she said that he should be punished for not having foresight on his plans. He blushed once more as he felt her breasts against his back and stayed silent after she told him that he could choose his own punishment. Whenever she said that to him, it never ended well even if it did go how he had asked to be punished, which was usually by setting him free and then he'd attack her once more now that he was free, like a dog that could not be tamed.
 
"Hmm? Have nothing to say?"She asked, pressing her lips against his ear. "We go through this everytime I ask. You say nothing and leave me to choose. You either like it or you don't." Amelia blew into his ear teasingly before she took his earlobe between her lips and sucked, her teeth nibbling at his lobe playfully.


Her arms unwrapped from around his shoulders, her hands smoothing down his sides, her finers curving until she took hold of his shirt and tugged upward, slowly exposing his skin."This is why you don't say anything. You always expect this from me, don't you?" Her hands smoothed up his taut stomach, nails running lightly over his skin, until she reached up, his shirt covering what her hands were doing. Her thumbs skimmed over his nipples, back and forth, teasing him. "I'll ask again. Do you want to choose your punishment Nathan, or should I keep going and stop just to the certain point, like I always do?"
 
"What the hell does it matter to you..." Nathan said finally after enough torture was done to him. He turned his head to look at her and he had an annoyed look on his face as he spoke to her. "Even if I did ask for freedom or did a punishment that you actually would allow to happen, this would always happen anyway. It is more than likely not me who is wanting this, expecting this of you. Its you who always does this." He sighed and shook his head, not expecting her to understand or care. "Just continue..." He said weakly, not being able to fight the bulge in his pants that forms every time she does this to him. His face was flushed red and he had a defeated look on his face as his eyes closed and looked down as he let her do whatever. He would prefer this over anything boring like the isolation chambers or counting pencils or paper clips like she had him do sometimes.
 
She blushed, unable to help herself. He looked so cute with that annoyed face and with his cheeks pink from desire. She wanted to squeeze him to death do to his cuteness."I do it, but you never seemed bothered by it. You don't fight my touches and you do nothing to call for help. You let me keep going. It's safe to say, that we both enjoy this."She kissed the side of his throat, feeling the pulse of his vein against her lips. She licked him there, sucking at his skin.

"You look so cute when you're annoyed. Especially with your flushed cheeks."She kissed his cheeks. If he asked her to stop, she would, but for only a split second and then she would have her hands on his person once more. She did this to anyone, not just him. He wasn't that special, or perhaps he was. She dealt with him most, well, all of the time.

One of her hands skimmed down, the other left to continue in playing with is nipples. The tips of her fingers traveled over his stomach, feeling it clench. Her fingers felt the tip of his bulge, feeling how it strained against his pants. "You like having this done to you. Having to be restrained, unable to stop me from touching you. You wish you could do the same to me, to pay me back for all the other times I've done this. "She said against his throat, her hand rubbing against his bulge, until she gripped it, squeezing him through his pants."Even through your pants, I feel how hot your dick is. Shameful."She chuckled, petting him even more.
 
Nathan shot her a heated glare as she grabbed his bulge and shook his head in denial. "No..." He said quietly. "If the roles were turned...if you were the one tied up and I could do whatever I wanted...I would simply see if it was possible to kill an Angel and put an arrow through your head...Though I doubt you'd simply let some small rope keep you there while I kill you." He said angrily as he turned his head, unable to see her, to look at her for she was somewhat right...He did come to love her teasings but he also hated her most for them. "Just get this over with, Amelia..." He said in annoyance still, his face still flushed and he was unable to make eye contact with her without feeling all the more embarrassed.
 
"No? The denial sounds so sweet to my ears."She kissed his cheek again. "You wouldn't want to kill me. I know you wouldn't. You would do all the sexual things I've done to you. I've seen the gleam in your eyes, the way you look at me at times, wishing me on this chair and you next to me with your hand between my legs." Perhaps she ought to do something a bit different than normal. She's never once done this to him, but perhaps it was high time to see how well he would like it. She needed to distract him first in order to move his hands. The last thing she needed was for him to fight back, not like he could do much to her, other than wound her severely.


Slipping her hand from under his shirt, she took hold of his chin, forcing him to look at her."Don't ever look away from me. Don't be ashamed. It's okay to like this."She soothed and kissed him, pressing her lips against his, coaxing his mouth to open with her tongue, to give her entrance for her to taste him fully. Amelia couldn't help herself, but moan, but she couldn't look her train of thought. She had to move fast. With the kiss, Amelia moved with quick reflex, forcing the crystal rope to unbind itself from around the desk, her hands taking hold of his wrists as she forced them back behind his back. The rope seemed to move on its own, slithering down to the ground, lengthening as it wrapped around his ankles, securing him to the legs of the chair, then creeping up, wrapping around his wrists and securing them to the back of the chair.

She pulled her mouth away and smiled, her lips swollen and red from the kiss. "So cute."She teased, licking her lips slightly. Moving with grace, she sat on the desk, lifting her leg slightly as she hooking her thumbs into her thigh high boot and easily pushed them down, gliding it off her leg until it thumped to the floor. "i'm gonna do somethin different with you Nathan."She said as if this was a normal thing for them. She went and slipped off her other boot, hearing the sweet thud sound it made. She had knee high stocking on, black, making her legs look more paler.She turned, facing him now, her feet resting on his knees, her hand keeping her skirt in place so he was denied a good view." Admit that you like this."She said, wanting him to say the words.
 
When she suddenly began to kiss him, Nathan's eyes widened and he went with it half willingly, his mouth opening to have his tongue wrap around hers as she kissed him and moaned. His eyes fell to being half open as his cheeks flushed and his mind was going hazey as they kissed. When he felt the rope begin to unbind, he was about to reach up and push her back but he felt her hands put his back down and he did not resist, even as the rope tied him to the chair with all four limbs of his immobile now.

When she suddenly pulled away, his mind was still confused and he spoke silently. "What are you doing now...?" He said as he watched her, his gaze now returning to a normal stare as he looked at her and wondered what she'd do. Seeing her sit on the desk, he tried to peek under her skirt but was denied the view and he mentally pouted. Seeing her take her boots off and rest her feet on his knees, he cocked his head to the side in confusion. "But I don't like this...What is wrong with you?"
 
“If you don't like it, then why are you still hard. You're such a liar. Men who don't like it lose there erections fast. You though. You enjoy this. You want me to keep going.”She slowly smoothed the pads of her feet along his thigh, just barely making contact with his bulge. With a thought, the button and zipper undid themselves as if invisible hands were involved, gently slipping him from his confinement. His cock strained against his boxers, no doubt wishing to take a breathe of fresh air instead of being smothered with cloth. “Oh my. You look bigger than usual.”She snickered, moving her right leg and ran the pad of her foot against his cloth covered dick, her toes curling slightly over the tip. “Still hard. You like this you little liar.”

She chuckled, moving her foot up and down his erection. Amelia herself was already nice and wet, but unfortunately, this was suppose to be a punishment, so she couldn’t very well take pleasure herself, though this was pleasure enough. “Your throbbing against my foot. Does your dick like my pretty, stocking foot?”She asked, nudging him gently. “Just say you like this and I'll make this easier for you. I won't delay any longer and make you feel good.” She moved her other foot, rubbing the pad of that one against his erection, teasing him more until she hooked the waist band of his boxers with her toes, tugging on it until she exposed him. The head glistened, a tiny little dew drop of white collected at the very tip. She wanted to lick it off, but restrained. Amelia has such a twisted personality.


Amelia rubbed the tip of him with her big toe, feeling the moisture on her stocking. “Your dick is quite honest with itself, unlike you.”
 
"S-Shut up Amelia..." Nathan said with annoyance in his voice as he felt her begin to rub his thighs with her feet, only to gasp as he felt his cock being pulled out but still be constrained by his boxers. "I don't like this...I'm telling the tru-" He was cut off, feeling her foot begin to rub against him. His mouth hung open slightly as his head fell a bit back, his cock was throbbing in want as she continued. "I don't..." He murmured, his head still as it was until he looked down to see her begin to tug down his boxers with her toes. He looked up to her with a large blush on his face as she began to rub her big toe along the head of his bare cock and he began to squirm. "I don't..." He said once more as he looked down. "Its natural....for my cock to get erect if something rubs against it enough...And stimulates it..." He said in defense as he looked down and watched her foot as it toyed with him. Looking up to Amelia, his eyes were half pleading for more and half showing his wall that he was not letting her break down.
 
He was trying so hard to be tough. He was fighting with himself. Desire and control, two emotions that constantly battled. “Of course its natural. To have a girl with pretty feet rub against a man's dick. Very natural. Very natural for someone like you to like this. To keep yourself from telling me to stop.” As her toes continued to rub along the silky, soft head,the other rubbed up and down his member, feeling it throb even more against her foot. He could deny all he wanted, but when one denied themselves or lie, it seemed to add to the pleasure, as if enhancing it even more.

Her cheeks were flushed, same shade of pink as his.Her feet continued to work his cock, rubbing the head, her big toe following the thick vein that ran along his member. She finally placed his dick between her feet, stroking him nice and slow, the friction of her stockings adding to the delicious feeling. “Say you like it and I'll make you cum. Say it, say it.”She demanded. He knew that if he didn't say it, she would stop and walk away, leaving him to his torment and a bad case of blue balls. “I like it. I like doing this to you.”She stroked him a bit faster, squeezing his cock a bit, before letting up on the pressure, stroking him to sooth any pain.
 
He was silent except for him moving his head around and biting his lip to stop him from moaning out as she continued to tease him. Soon enough he sighed as he looked down and watched her stroke his cock with the soles of her socks as she kept on telling him to say that he liked it. He shook his head and looked up to her, his eyes pleading. "I like it...I love it...Please keep going..." He wanted release, his lust overpowering his willpower as he moaned out, some precum slowly coming out and starting to stain her black socks, precum from such a long time from sexual release and to have something like this done on him only helped it. "Please...I promise I'll return the favor to you as well...However you want..."
 
Kelly woke up again blushing at her wet dream. She looked down to see Darian still sound asleep she sat there debating on if she should cuddle with him. He looked so cute and was so nice to give her the bed all. She soon realised she wanted him as a boyfriend and hoped he felt the same way. She moved to the floor and laid down beside him with her back resting against his.
 
Her spinning flail was enough to entangle his thrusts, and she threw them to the side, taking his swords with her flail as they sailed away. She grinned at her now weaponless attacker and punched him in the face, and then she did the same maneuver, grabbing his hair and using that to fly behind him. She looked over her shoulder and nodded grudgingly at Amelia. She grated on her nerves with all of her mercy and kindness. She was never chaotic in the least...she was boring. Though, she did know how to tease people, and that was the one thing she liked about her. A punch to the face made her snap back to attention, and felt her cheek on the floor. "Damn....need to stay awake during a fight." She rolled to her feet.
 
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