Cyvus Vail's mansion
She was... concerned.
It was a strange feeling, alien, one that didn't belong to her.
She blamed the shell, as she did for all those feelings she didn't understand, didn't want, but had.
She rushed into the room, in time to see Wesley fall to his knees, clutching his side.
"Wesley," she started, helping him. "This wound can be mortal," she observed, just before Vail appeared next to her.
"So sad... and so meaningless," he said with a slight smile. "This fight was never for mortals."
She looked up at him. "True."
With one smooth movement she rose to her feet, swinging at him, the force of her blow sending him through the room and against the wall, shattering it.
She smirked at his body, then turned, kneeling beside Wesley again. "You could die," she announced, her head cocked left, her voice calm.
It was a strange feeling, alien, one that didn't belong to her.
She blamed the shell, as she did for all those feelings she didn't understand, didn't want, but had.
She rushed into the room, in time to see Wesley fall to his knees, clutching his side.
"Wesley," she started, helping him. "This wound can be mortal," she observed, just before Vail appeared next to her.
"So sad... and so meaningless," he said with a slight smile. "This fight was never for mortals."
She looked up at him. "True."
With one smooth movement she rose to her feet, swinging at him, the force of her blow sending him through the room and against the wall, shattering it.
She smirked at his body, then turned, kneeling beside Wesley again. "You could die," she announced, her head cocked left, her voice calm.