'The cost of wisdom is pain'; one of her instructors had said that once, and Ami was getting the<em>feeling</em>that he had been correct.<em>New Fact; Inertia is a most terrible enemy.</em><br/><br/>Or thats what she thought as a metallic shoulder-plate speared her in the chest, knocking the wind out of her and sending her tumbling along with the very un-soft knight across the equally unsoft ground. Had the world operated on sane, logical principles, or was overseen by a benevolent deity, then the much heavier knight should have ended up on the bottom. However, Ami was already beginning to suspect that this was not the case, and once she managed to get her breath back, she would start considering a thesis on the subject. As it was, her attempts to get her breath back were impeded by two factors, the first was the weight on her chest, and the second was the lips on hers....<br/><br/>The mage coloured brightly at the realization... though that could have been a side effect of lack of oxygen, and began flailing quite vigorously, trying to dislodge the ruffian. Unfortunately, there was little she could do in this position, fortunately on the other hand, the other woman backed off almost as soon as she realized what was happening, breaking the kiss and pushing her weight off, allowing Ami to finally get a breath of air, which is sucked in with great relief. And now that she could think again... she rather abruptly realized that that had been her first kiss. Though, logically speaking it probably didnt count, she turned red anyway and only a lifetime of schooling herself to act like a man kept her from 'meep'ing at the thought. Ami opened her mouth to say something conciliatory when the woman had the gall to call her a bandit! A bandit! "I am not a bandit! I am a mage of the Hermes school!" she declared renewing her struggling attempts to get away from the brute, though when combined with the woman's own effort, it only seemed to somehow tangle them more.<br/><br/>At leased untill Serena showed up and somehow effortlessly separated them with nothing more than a gentle pull with a offered hand. Once she remained her feet, Ami patted herself down thoroughly... nothing broken or torn... but bruises, oh the bruises, atleased untill she had a chance to sit down and tend to them. "Yes, though im still not a bandit." she declared