A little voice in Elijah's head said simply, "What the fuck!"  One moment he was teaching a rather headstrong young lady an object lesson in knowing who held the cards.  Then he heard a crashing through the underbrush and facing him was a mad dog of a woman.  Elijah took stock of this new young woman.  She held herself in a fighting stance, eyes flashing.  This was now a whole new hand.<br/><br/>"Listen Miss, I don't know who you are, since Kira, here, has been less than forthcoming, practically hostile, since saving my life.  I have up to this point not harmed her in the least, partly because I owe her.  But I would hate for that to change, simply because you are a little hot under the collar.  I can tell by the way you hold yourself that you feel comfortable with your physicality.  So am I, and I have spent two years in survival mode.  How about you?"<br/><br/>How had it come to this, thought Elijah.  I let my temper get the best of me and now I am caught in this...situation.  Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.<br/><br/>Elijah spoke quietly, "I can tell you aren't going to just walk away and let us continue this little conversation.  However, any idea you have of attacking me is going to result in both of us being hurt, possibly very badly.  So I will propose a little competition.  If I win, you will leave us alone to continue our conversation.  If you win, I will leave both of you alone, forever.  Either way, I promise I will not hurt either of you."<br/><br/>"Follow me back to the beach.  Please don't do anything sudden and rash."<br/><br/>Elijah began walking slowly sideways with Kira heading back to the beach.  Keeping a very close eye on the new girl.