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The hard, slightly heated smile on the arrogant bastard's face was more than good enough reason for her haul off and cold-cock him one right on the jaw...Alida's blow putting about three-quarters of her strength behind it. "FUCKER!" the blonde snarl-roared at the taller man, his handsome face rippling with the shock of the blow, his crisp, thick champagne-colored hair, shifting with the force of the blow. "I'll fucking KILL YOU!"

The insouciant, superior look he had been wearing while berating her in front of a few others disappeared instantly, and his hands came up like lightning to guard the man from the young woman's further attempts to break all his teeth out of his fucking mouth. One surprise tag was all she'd get from him.

His athletic, trim form had Turns more experience under his belt than Alida did, but that didn't deter her one bit from darting in and out, swinging in barely-controlled fashion at times - guarding her own face and body at others - when he set about seeking to give out as good as he took. And while he was no hulking wall, those flexing muscles of his had been seasoned by decades of honest labor and training, and had proven themselves formidable countless times.

He shouted at her in irate, nasty light baritone, "Fucking bitch... Gonna' bust yer head through that wall when I get a'hold uv you!" He could do it, too. Rage was building in *both* of them, and nobody was around anymore to watch the two go at it. Too damned dangerous, in many ways. Alida howled out her own promise: "COCKSUCKER! Fuck you; piece uv' SHIT!" She loathed that she had to look up to meet his green eyes. She loathed *him*.

The brawl spanned what sometimes seemed like hours, other times just seconds, the two combatants never deigning to use anything but their natural weaponry of fists and bodies as they slogged back and forth down tapestry-hung passages, into a vaulted cavern, and finally out into some weyr or another. The only blows both managed to land on each other, by this time, were ones glancingly contacting limbs or non-vital spots, blood flowing from the tall man's mouth, while Alida sported only a few abrasions. She knew that if he ever managed to clock her full on, she'd likely go down. He had more bulk and was stronger than her. *But*...he was not as fast, nor as young as her...and she had lots of stored-up hate to keep her going, when he might start to tire. She felt it - so often bottled up inside - spew from her entire being like the went opening on a pressure cooker, her escaping 'steam' wanting to burn him to the core...burn him to nothing but ash and dark memories.

It was then that the un-noticed boulder fell from the rocky wall, hardly rolling at all before it crushed his form beneath it, instantly ending their fight, and his life. Instantly, Alida's howling rage was snuffed out like a candle flame, leaving her suddenly confused, then oddly bereft...wishing she could roll that massive rock away and see the son-of-a-bitch hale and whole.

« Wake up... » The familiar sound encouraged Alida to abandon the bone-chillingly cold mountain pass she was standing in favor of her warm bed, the blonde's eyes snapping open, even as her body and hands readied themselves for a fight: a habit bourne of incessant training and time.

Ilicaeth needed no words, now, used only his granite-steady presence and the softest of rumbles from his couch to coax his rider from her bed to his couch, her pillow and blankets dragged along for the ride. Trying not to let her still-foggy mind dwell on her too-often darker past with Arvan, the guard found a good place to hole up again - nestled between the burly blue's forearm and curved neck - his sure warmth and presence finally nudging her back into sleep ten minutes later...along with himself.

'The day you want to take me home with you is the day I'll try out that whole crazy flying thing...' The voice was all Jaecar's, the Master of the Tops, suddenly flying along with Alida through a vicious sea-storm, his blue eyes managing to catch some lightning as she looked over her shoulder at her lover...grinning widely.

And quite suddenly the lightning flashed atop them, and somehow Jaecar was astride Iesaryth, behind Aishani, instead of Ilicaeth, behind Alida...and that lightning hit the sea-faring gold, and sent all three of them - dragon, her rider, and sailor - slamming into Between.

Ilicaeth's long, loud, bereft keeing wasn't only for one of his queens, this time. And though most of it was dream-bourne, a tiny bit of the sound lingered in the blue's throat as he continued to guard his lifemate, the dragon unwilling to sleep until 'lida was past the dreaming stage of her own nightmares. This time, she only groaned aloud, but remained sleeping.

Instinctively doing what he could to try and ease their dual pain, Ilicaeth curled a little closer to the woman as he called Pyrite over from the bed, urged the firelizard to tuck her tiny form at the back of the blonde's neck, upon the pillow.

This night was going to be another long one.