Dusek heard Aryn's call from the balcony above, his eyes glinting predatory for a moment as he watched Alissia. It was likely a ploy to distract him... but the idea of claiming an enemy on the battlefield... was intoxicating. Seizing the girl by the hair at the base of her skull, he yanked her around, shoving her into the wall, her cheek scraping into the stone.<br/><br/>The fingers of his opposite hand went to her dress, yanking the material up until he found smooth, soft flesh.