Dustin tensed waiting for the blow he knew was going to come. Yet he was on of those people who still looked sexy even with bruises on his or her face. His face in this case. He tensed and waited for the blow that stopped. He heard Rykarâ€™s voice behind him. When had he shown up? Why had he shown up? How had he shown up? Why wasnâ€™t this guy moving? He noticed the fist mere centimeters from his face. He stayed statue still. Not saying anything and hardly even breathing. He was suddenly dropped and landed in a sexy heap. He sat up and held his blade close. Glaring at the demon again. Not moving still. His breathing beginning to return to normal. He looked at Rykar and stood up. Watching the guy leave then looked back at Rykar. â€œThanks.â€ He said. He put his blade away. Why had this guy helped him. â€œWhy you help me?â€ He asked. His hair messed up so he smoothed it back out. The two long bang strands framed his face just right. His long butterfly lashes kissed at his cheeks.