Malcolm watched her move, he wondered if he left the other two on purpose.   And yet he realized she wasn’t some damsel in distress.  He smirked as he watched her move, she was more poetry in motion then himself.  He moved to grab his sword and put the flaming blade to his side as the wound closed he hissed briefly before watching her take off.<br/><br/>He was nothing if not impressed but even then his inner self told him….’No.’  No other would die for his selfish needs.  Besides she would never be his lover she was afraid of him.  But yet in still, he wanted to make sure she was truly ok.  He wasn’t going to follow her home or meet her at home.  He was going to talk to her, he concentrated and let his mind protect him from the trees.  He moved around pulling his sword away as he gave chase.  His speed would hopefully carry him and allow for him to get in front of her.  He thought of going through the trees but his enhanced speed would hopefully let him outflank her and by the time she realized he wasn’t behind her.  He would be standing in front of her and she would run into him.  He wasn’t trying to kill her he just wanted to talk.  In truth, a part of him wondered if his time for talking to her had passed and yet.  He thought, he really just wanted to know more about her.  Why did they attack her without reason, what would draw them to her?  It was something that pulled these creatins out of the woodwork and what was it??<br/><br/>He stood right in her path waiting for her.  “Can you stop?  I just want to talk, I promise.”  He said as she was coming towards him at this speed she might have even had the chance to knock him down were it not for his strength.