Violet got up off the bed and walked towards him, a small smile on her face. "I could put them in the wash if you like. And don't worry about that stain," she pointed at his shorts, "it won't show through." She grabbed the pair of pants from him then held out her palm. "Shirt?"<br/><br/>She exited the room and took the clothes to the washroom and quickly put in a load of laundry then went straight back to her bedroom. Once back in the bedroom she hopped back on her bed, still a bit scared of the man but at the same time a bit head over heels. When she had seen him in her dreams she felt a hatred towards him, she felt the same emotions from him. Yet, with him standing before her now she felt completely submersed in a longing for him. She felt as though she belonged in his arms and no where else. The thoughts were spinning in her head, it didn't make any sense. Nothing made sense anymore. She didn't know who this man was, he just showed up, and yet she led him straight into her home, into her own bedroom. What if the man was a serial killer on the loose, and he had been stalking her. She was obviously lost in thought, her eyes had glazed over and she was staring at the blank television now. Her mind going over several other possibilities as well.<br/><br/>====================================================<br/><br/>Vanessa blocked the deathly blow aimed for her head and then laughed, a laugh so shrilling it made the skin crawl. Something had obviously humored her, and it was a bit scary. "So, to motivate you I have to threaten you. You do hold fear though, nice try, but you fear the death of the loved ones and that's why you fight, to<span style="font-style: italic">protect</span>them. Oh that is brilliant!" she yelled at him between the swords. "Do you not find women capable of storming your village? Burning your homes, slaughtering the men, women, and children that get in our way. How about a wife and kids? Do you have those? After I win this battle and kill you you would be able to see them again. It wouldn't be long, very soon actually. You see, I would go and find them and I would slit her throat in front of the children, let them watch their mother die and then I would leave them there. Throw a torch on their house, see if they can find their own way out. How do you like that? Hmm?" At this point she stepped back from him and stared at him a moment, hatred and anger in her eyes. "The damage that an army, like yours, can do to a village is haunting. And don't for one second think that that woman is anything like what you think she is. Because an army like yours is the only reason I could describe a scene like that!" She swung at him. "An army like yours is the reason I have no family!" She swung again. "And, an army like yours is the reason that I will protect that woman with my life! Because I owe her that." At this point she had swung at him and moved forward so much that she could see the sweat on his brow. Just then she heard the guard from the carriage pull out the spear and throw it back, somewhere nearby. Killing one of the opposing troops. "Don't you dare underestimate us."