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Quick reflexes kept a booted foot from meeting anything TO valuable. Jumping back just enough out of assaults reach— but that couldn’t be said about Micah Bell. Blue hues now burned with a LIVID flame in them.Giles grabbed the skeevy bastard by the collars of his jacket and TUGGED him forward. Forehead collided with the other’s face. But by no means did he see to stop there when the blond was stumbling back. Balled fist met the other’s abdomen in several SOLID swings. An elbow was brought up over his head and down onto Micah’s back.

With a fist full of hair he YANKED his back, ‘‘The hell was you thinkin’, huh?!’‘

The hunter lifted Micah OFF the ground and with a yell he SLAMMED the other back first onto the ground. The act surely enough to knock the wind clean from his lungs. A knee dug into the dig on either side of the blond. Calloused fingers taking him roughly by the jaw, digging deep, a grip  so tight it could leave soft red bruises across his skin. Giles leaned in close. Something WILD and DANGEROUS in those wide blue eyes of his.

‘’I’ll bust your damn HEAD OPEN, boy. Let the critters chew on ya’’ He growled, shaking the other’s head in his hold. It was temping to keep a free hand from finding a ROCK to bash the other’s face in with. Strength as brute as the hunter’s own? Wouldn’t take much. ‘’Nobody would find you out here. And if theys did? Your own daddy wouldn’t even recognize you after I finished.’’

“if you ever get close to me again, i’ll be shovin’ my knife down your throat,” there’s no kindness or playfulness in her tone. she’s obviously not bluffing, even though she knows she could get into deep shit with the rest of the gang if she really did harm Micah. she leans away from him, glaring through her lashes and warming her hands up over the campfire. she thought she’d be able to get some peace tonight but by the look on his face, she was wrong to assume so. “what the hell d’ya want, Micah?”

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             he   should’ve   expected   this  ,     should’ve   seen   it   coming .      how   typical   it   was   that   the   knife   that   cuts   through   his   clothing   and   muscle   and   flesh   pierces   his   back .      somewhere   he’s   not   looking  ,     not   monitoring  ,     somewhere   he   trusted   the   other   man   to    watch   for   him .      he   falls   to   his   knees   almost   immediately .    it’s   hard   to   stay   upright   with   pain   coursing   through   him  ,      near   his   hip  ,      near   his   spine .     he   supports   his   weight   with   both   hands  ,     palms   down   against   the   grass .      he   doesn’t   even   think   before   he   reacts .     the   situation   wasn’t   complicated .     they   were   alone   here .     a   perfect   opportunity  ,      he   supposes .