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Word of Day: Clash
Word Count: 259
Warnings: none
"Unhand her, fiend!"
These venomous words were punctuated by a rain of pebbles on his backside. Startled momentarily from his fun, the bully turned and shuffled his cumbersome body towards the noisy interrupter. As his slit eyes roved across the street, hunting for the offender, the little girl caught between his claws suddenly wriggled with a new vigour. Unimpressed, he covered her mouth to muffle her cries. "Mmmph!"
The disembodied voice growled again. "I said, Let. Her. Go!"
Unfortunately for the seeq he couldn't locate the sound and the next thing he knew his vision was swimming as his grip on the girl's braids instinctively slackened to nurse his throbbing gut. With a pained howl, he broke away and hobbled out of the bazaar as quickly as his stubby calves could manage.
When he was gone Penelo swivelled around and glared hotly at her saviour, thrusting her chin forward until Vaan knocked her jaw lightly with his knuckles, face smug. She shoved him aside. "Who said I needed saving?"
"What?" Vaan spluttered, gingerly touching his skull. His head, probably bruised, was still pounding from the encounter. Who knew seeqs had such hard hide and this was the thanks he got? "Now wait a minute," he jabbed a finger in her ribs. She flinched. "Wait a minute. Youcouldn't even scream! If I didn't come, you'd be toast!"
Penelo stamped her feet in annoyance. "Yeah, well, who uses their head?"
"You tell me to use my head!" he shot back.
"I mean your brain, dummy!"
"Oh."
AN: a bit of a weird one. I didn't know quite how to end it so if it seems abrupt, yeah..that's why.