Michael
*The fire was the finishing move, if he wasn't a naga he would have died. He's throw back rolling into the tree, steam line coming off her body. He slowly picks himself and just leans against the against. He carefully and quickly removed the knife, using healing touch to heal his neck wound* "You win" *Croaked. He managed to add a Chuckle* "I shouldn't have gone for a brute rush, I should have got up a tree and jump you" *He will learn from his encounter, he's not just muscle. He learns from his mistakes* "I'm guessing you want money from me?" *Bryce was in no condition to keep fighting*

```Bryce copper
Injuries Sustained: major Puncture to the side. Major, now minor wound to the neck 
Active Effects: healing.
Active Spells: healing touch
Total Mana: 75/130Mana```
Kathy
Hynes rolled her eyes over as she postured herself, raising her spear in accordance to his yield she respected his surrender like any honorable knight, at least this time. Prying on the handle she inspected it for damages, noticing the slight bend to where his tail had previously tried to destroy it. Turning her head she responded to his self evaluation, adding on to what he said.

I believe out of anything you should learn this lesson, size up your mark. Never enter a battle you are not certain you can win, especially since you never know when your opponent has had a shit day. You were lucky for not destroying my spear, had you cost me another one then you would've paid with your screams. I won't drag this on anymore, throw me whatever coin you have- snitch or double cross me again and I promise that you will regret hatching from your egg snake.

Taking in a deepened breath Hynes kept her eyes on the naga, noting his injuries it would be illogical for him to try anything at this point, so she was assured that he was probably truthful with his complacency to surrender. However she knew that another rule was to never let your guard down, and so she held onto her spear tightly just in case, prepared to dash out and skewer him at any point. Tapping her boot she motioned him to throw his coin purse on the ground.

If it helps at all, you did surprise me by the fact that you're still alive.
Michael
*He chuckles again* "If you weren't trying to rob me I would have married you on spot after at display" *He joked, to break the tension. With his free hand, he goes into his pocket, holding up the purse* "I would offer you a drink, but I don't have the funds" *He throws the purse* "I have one question, do you mind answering it"
Kathy
Taking in his comment Hynes was at ease. She herself knew not to take something so seriously and hence wasn't caught off guard but took it as an expression of mutual respect. He gave her the coin, she have her another day to waste. With his final question she was curious as to what it was and kneeled down to collect the purse, simultaneously answering

And what would that be? I hope you are not too embarassed to have lost. In regards to your previous statement, what good is a man if he can't protect his woman. Hah, anyways what is it?
Michael
"Well let's be honest here, if you ran out mana and that shield disappeared. I would have knocked that helmet so I could get a look at your face" *He wasn't embarrassed at all it was more of a learning experience* "My question yes, will you be staying in salvainia"
Kathy
Hynes paused herself for a second, taking in the question as she had no immediate answer. She didn't expect to be asked that so she might as well have made up her mind there and then, but she was still rather undecided. Answering back she remarked, leaning against her spear as she curled it around her arm.

Honestly I'm not sure. I haven't really decided and I was just on the way to the nearest town. Perhaps I might make my way back to the city and do some work around the guild. It's not like they know what I do in my personal time so any sort of bad track record won't get caught up with me. In short anywhere where I can get some work that suits me I suppose. Say I suppose you don't know of any clients in the area that need, well *'illicit mercenary work'*, why do you ask?
Michael
*Bryce gets rather fast hearing this, he recovered fast or maybe hes bluffing it to look tough* "Well I'm going to this nearby town, to get some money out of the bank. So how about you and me have a drink, and yes I do I'm a mercenary too, I have some shady contacts. But I'll tell you only if you take your helmet off"
Kathy
Hynes snickered at his sudden proposition. She felt like giving him a handicap instead of leading him on. The least she could do was take off her helmet she supposed, she did still have emotion. Pausing she would gently drop her spear and shield before raising her arms to cuff her helmet. Twisting it she loosened it around the chain mail and carefully raised it from her neck. Gradually revealing her soft snowflake skin her un- groomed brunette hair unfolded from her helmet, resting on her shoulders. Raising her helmet above her head she tipped it down as she simpered towards the snake, her silver strain eyes filled with vaunting glimmer. Resting her helmet onto her stomach she responded suddenly, and with a noticeable change of tone in her voice to a more matured tone.

Alright pall I'll give you the jist of exactly the type of person I am and what I would've done in this situation. First off I would've acted innocent and as if I didn't intend to hurt you. Second off I would've gladly taken up on your offer then gone back to that town with you. You mentioned the bank, so either I would've had you collect your money and then killed you or kill you right here and collect it myself. However in all honesty I don't feel like it today so I'll let you off with this. If you have any contracts spit it out now before I bleed your neck dry.
Michael
*Bryce stared at her, almost lost in her sliver eyes. He has seen nothing like her* "At drink still stands even more so, still even if you want to kill me, I've got them written down somewhere" *He pulls a small book with a pen attached to it, from the other pocket, he flicks though it, then with the pen he writes down something, he rips that page out and another one. He hands pages to her, with a open hand* "I would gladly fight you again, to see that face" *He made a soft smile, well he tired it wasn't easy, with his snake face*