A/N: This is a long author's note, I'm sorry. You don't have to read it, but it would help clear some stuff up.

So let me explain a few things, since a lot of mistakes were made in this chapter:

1. Ages: According to MK9, Ermac and Mileena have been living for a little over a year and Rain is about 10,000 years old. Even though Ermac and Mileena have adult bodies, they were just formed/created a year ago, or so says MK wiki. I'll just go with that.

2. Ermac speaks in plural sentences in the game, I assume it's because he's speaking with all the souls put into one voice. That's how he'll speak from now on.

3. I've heard this story was getting boring due to lack of action on Mileena's part; she isn't standing up for herself very well. The reason for that is this: she is a clone of Kitana and had equal strength/combat skills to Kitana, says MK wiki. The only thing that set her apart was her training with the sai and her half-Tarkatan DNA. Since Quan Chi took that away from her and made her a human, she only has recollection of how to handle her sai and various combat skills. She can still kick butt, she just isn't adjusted to being human yet. I hope this helps.

**As for Tvari, I know he's pissing a lot of people off but don't worry...Karma's a drag(he'll get what's coming to him)**

Disclaimer: I own nothing MK-related, it belongs to Boon and Tobias and Vogel and all those lovely folks.

Chapter Ten

If there was a way I could put into words how perfectly utterly extremely right this felt, I would. But I can't, so I opted for holding on to this moment as long as I could. Which, given my dumb luck, wasn't very long.

I'm talking about the fact that I woke up this morning with my face pressed against something hard, and warm and come to find out, it was Nightwolf's bare chest. I must've moved around in my sleep because the way we were positioned last night was nothing like this. Not that I'm complaining, though.

Nightwolf had one arm laying on the packed-earth floor outside of the pallet and the other was curled around me, resting on my hip. My thigh was on top of his leg and I could feel the heat from his toned body through the itchy fabric of the oversized shirt I wore. I noticed that the chain I wore, his necklace he gave me, had left an imprint on his chest from being squished between us.

I leaned over and traced the dent carefully. His skin depressed under my fingers as I moved it over the whole expanse of his torso. Slowly I sat up and rubbed my thumb over his cheeks, over the high-structured bones of his face, and then I cradled his chin in both my hands. I brushed over his smooth eyelids and sharp nose. I let my fingers get tangled in his long dark hair and bit the edge of my lip.

What if he wakes up? I thought anxiously, and then rolled my eyes. So what if he wakes up, I'll just pretend it was a mistake or something. I couldn't really think of any good excuse right now, part of me was still asleep, the other part was awake...very awake.

I let my hands slide down from his within his hair back to the sides of his face. I was no longer in full control of what I was doing, this was a part of me I wasn't really familiar with. I didn't know how but some kind of way I'd moved to where I was straddling the shaman by the waist with my hands still cupped around his face.

I tilted my head at an angle and hunched slightly downward. My hair was short, but still long enough to form a thick tangled curtain around my head. I licked my lips and panted nervously. This would be a little harder to explain if Nightwolf were to wake up right now. Still, I leaned closer to him and hovered over his mouth. It was slightly agape, but not too much. Just enough so that I could...

SLAM!

I jumped and jerked back from my precarious perch atop the chief and shuddered. My eyes were shut tightly and I was trying to get my heart to quit the marathon it was beating through inside me. I had yet to move from Nightwolf's lap, in fact I was sitting flush against him with my hands clutched at my heart.

I heard heavy footsteps and struggled to get off of Nightwolf and out of the grasp of the sheets on the bed. By the time Tvari had reached the straw partition I had thrown off my shirt and stood near the dresser in just my chest bindings and my shorts. My very short shorts. They were only meant to cover my ass and not much else so I can imagine the Prick got quite an eyeful with my back to him.

I turned slowly around and will myself not to show how embarrassed I actually was. Slapping on an insipid smirk I placed my hands at my hips and asked,

"Do you mind?"

He found his voice and grimaced, "What are you doing in the chief's quarters?"

I rolled my eyes and folded my hands under my chest, "This is where I stay, too."

Tvari had to tear his ruby eyes away from my body and back up to my narrowed eyes.

"What?" was his oh so intelligent reply.

"Why are you even here?" I snapped, "Do you always barge in like this?"

"That's none of your business wench. Get dressed and leave us, I need to speak to him privately." He ordered rudely.

I snorted and took my time rifling through Nightwolf's drawer to find myself a pair of pants.

"What are you doing?" he barked. He had the nerve to come and yank my arm away from the dresser. I wanted to slap the shit out of him so damn bad right then.

If I did I he'd probably kick my ass again.

"I'm trying to find something to wear if you'd let me go!" I hissed. His grip, it was unforgiving.

He looked like he was ready to strike me but let me go. "Why are you wearing his clothing? Don't you have any of your own?" he spat.

"Don't you think that if I had my own I'd be wearing them? You are such a fucking idiot." I sneered. I don't know why I was provoking him, it was so unwise but so very funny.

Tvari didn't give me the satisfaction of getting upset, he instead just threw up his eyes towards the ceiling and stomped over to where Nightwolf was still snoozing. Amazing that man was still asleep through all that.

I pulled out a shirt I'd altered to look like a short-sleeved black cutoff and wrestled into a pair of bright blue tights. Where the hell did these even come from?

I found my moccasins not too far from the bed and slipped them on, and made sure to flip the prick off before I left the hut.

And so begins my day.

Damn he had it for her, and he had it bad. Nightwolf didn't remember dreaming about Mileena but apparently he did; either that or the...activities he relished in last night was still affecting him this morning. That aching just wouldn't go away, maybe another trip to the icy lake was in order.

He didn't think he'd ever felt this way about any other woman (or man, for that matter) and regrettably admitted to himself the hideous truth.

He was in love.

Plain and simple, head over heels, nonstop heart-wrenching love. He knew this meant trouble, if only for him. He was in love with Mileena and would do anything for her, to see that beautiful smile she kept hidden away under foul language and cynical smirks. He would do anything to have her by his side by day, and writhing beneath him by...

Where had that come from?

Is it really a surprise? A dark voice chuckled from within his mind. He froze, knowing instantly what this meant. That...thing inside him had now gained a voice. This was only a new way for the thing to torment him, Nightwolf thought miserably. Why couldn't the entity just leave him be?

You'd like that wouldn't you? Nah, I'm here to stay, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it, it gloated.

Nightwolf's eye twitched, "You'll not use that language" he growled, not even realizing he was speaking aloud to a voice in his head.

What are you gonna' do about it chief? It laughed spitefully.

Again Nightwolf was ready to retort but shook his head. It was no use. What use to be urges and unctions were now audible verbiages, at least they were audible to Nightwolf.

So when are you gonna mate with her? It pressed, and Nightwolf frowned. That's really none of your business, he replied mentally.

Nightwolf was walking towards the bathroom, still wary of his general in the den. Tvari had woken him up this morning and had demanded to speak with him, so Nightwolf sent him to wait in the den until he was ready for him.

Splashing cold water on his tanned face the shaman reached for his wooden comb and began working the kinks out of his hair. It was especially tangled this morning, he noted.

It is my business, the beast spoke solemnly, giving Nightwolf a start. I'm the one who chose her, she is mine just as much as she is yours.

Crazy, Nightwolf murmured, earning him a sharp pinprick behind his eyelids denoting that the beast had switched his eye color again. It was always trying to take control, but it never could. Even when his eyes were switched, Nightwolf was still in control, just not completely. It was like being on autopilot.

Act swiftly, or we'll lose her, it urged. Nightwolf rolled his eyes and began brushing his teeth.

"What do you want me to do? Force her to marry me? I'm sure that'll go over well..." Nightwolf trailed dismally. He could already envision the misery Mileena would go through and the horrors she would put him through if he were to try that.

Maybe if you were to-

"No" Nightwolf rigidly answered to himself. He saw what his beast was thinking and immediately shut the images out. He wouldn't compromise Mileena in any way, ever. She meant too much to him.

You'll let her get away if you don't do something! The entity snarled desperately. Nightwolf wiped his mouth with a towel and scowled. He never liked being told what to do.

"I'll do whatever she would have me do. I'll do whatever will satisfy her, I just want her to be happy, and if revenge pleases her, who am I to stand in her way?"

Her mate! Her betrothed! Her protector, lover, and chief! It angrily supplied. The shaman nodded absently.

"That is true, but would you really want me to make her stay if she doesn't want to? Love...it has to go both ways," he murmured dejectedly.

She will love us, in time, the voice muttered uncertainly. It would seem that it doesn't want Mileena to be unhappy either.

So you're just gonna let her go? The beast asked in defeat. Nightwolf shrugged his shoulders. He was going to do that if Mileena chose to go, but he still had hope that she would stay. If she did go, maybe she would return someday. He would be waiting for her.

Nightwolf could only sigh as he thudded down the hall in his custom brown boots. His adviser was waiting for him like he knew the man would be. Tvari stood when Nightwolf stepped into the den and held his breath.

Each and every time the general came into contact with his chief he felt as if he would be skinned alive should the events of that day come up into the conversation. It had been weeks since he attacked Mileena and all her bruises were gone. He should be in the clear, but he couldn't be at ease. One of these days Tvari would just come out and tell Nightwolf what happened, consequences be damned, because the stress was just eating him alive sometimes. When he was around Mileena, he was fine, even fell back into his arrogant and cocky attitude but when he was around Nightwolf, he was reminded of what the shaman could do to him should the truth be revealed.

"What is it Tvari?" Nightwolf asked haggardly. Both of them exited the hut and started making their way slowly through the village.

"I was just reminding you of the festival. There are things to be attended to and that is not my area of expertise." he stated tightly.

Nightwolf laughed heartily, "Did the young women get a'hold of you again, General?"

Tvari narrowed his ruby red eyes and ran a hand through his long dark blonde hair. He couldn't stand those women fawning over him, they were all little girls in his experienced eyes; he had seen almost a century go by so he was way older than them. If only they knew.

"You better get down to the village square, they're starting the decorations today," Tvari suggested.

Nightwolf nodded, "Before we part ways..." he began, stopping in the middle of the walkway.

Tvari instantly started to sweat; here it comes, he thought dreadfully. He stopped as well and faced his chief head on.

Nightwolf was a bit surprised at his friend's grave expression, "I wanted to know if you could cover for me this afternoon,"

Tvari relaxed and stuck his tongue in the side of his cheek, looking embarrassedly at his feet.

"Oh. Of course, sir. What are you up to?" he asked interestedly.

"I wanted to do something special for Mileena. I should only be about an hour," he explained.

Disapprovingly Tvari said, "If I were you, I wouldn't go getting too attached, sir. She's not going to be here for too much longer."

Nightwolf laughed bitterly, "It's too late for that, General."

"You don't mean..." Tvari asked incredulously. Had the impossible truly happened? Had his sensible chief fallen for the silly aggravating wench after all?

"I'm afraid so," Nightwolf muttered. He had his hands clasped behind his back and his gaze far off.

Tvari looked his chief up and down, then gave a low whistle. Damn, he thought. Well this is nothing if not surprising.

"So what are you going to do about this? I mean, we are on the same page right; you are in love with the wench-I mean Mileena." he backtracked.

Nightwolf nodded. "I don't think there is anything I can do but try to convince her to stay. If she does leave, I can only hope that she'll return to me someday. There will always be a place for her here."

Tvari couldn't believe what he was hearing. Nightwolf had refused to take a bride for so long that the women of the village eventually stopped trying. He could imagine they might not take this news so well.

"Have you announced this to them yet?" Tvari asked in reference to the rest of the village.

For so long the village had shunned him, only now the women were seeming to warm up to him but the men remained neutral or indifferent. His men were the closest family he had here. The fact that they depended on him to keep their lives intact helped smooth things alone. That and he was friends with the their beloved chief; Nightwolf could do no wrong in his people's eyes.

"Not yet." He whispered. "I won't tell them until she has accepted to a union between us."

"No need to get their hopes up," Tvari mumbled while nodding to himself. Nightwolf heard this and laughed.

"So you'll do it?" he asked, he already knew the answer though.

Tvari nodded and they parted ways. The general decided he would have a talk with the wench. His friend was in deep for the woman, that much was obvious, but he had to see how she felt about him in return. It was his duty as adviser and confidante to Nightwolf to look out for the shaman's feelings, after all.

It was all Rain could do not to go crazy in the cramped up wagon. They'd been riding for at least eighteen hours on the back of a fruit cart smothered between crates of strongly-scented citrus. He wanted to get to the stupid village and off that wench Mileena but that schizophrenic asshole was making this so damn difficult.

"Tell me why we couldn't just teleport to the city?" Rain griped as a rounded tangerine knocked him upside the head again.

"Quit bitchin' and enjoy the ride. We need to lay low. Teleporting will make people suspicious of us and cause more problems." Ermac answered in two completely contrasting voices.

"Well are we almost there yet?" Rain pestered. He shifted but couldn't find a comfortable place amidst the wooden containers.

"You're such a pain in the ass, kid." Ermac sighed gruffly. They were not too happy about this mission either but unlike Rain, they knew how to deal with these things. As it was, Ermac was donning a heavy black cloak that hid each of their distinctive features. Rain, on the other hand, had to wear a pair of plain breeches and a simple white cotton shirt. Poor man's clothes.

The demi-god was less than pleased about that as well.

Ermac sighed and wished they could just cut their losses and ditch the kid, or better yet, kill him. A nice fatality would do, and afterwards they could add the cheeky warrior to their collection of harvested souls within them.

"Ahh, hell! This orange juice is all over my hair! How the hell am I supposed to get this out?" Rain complained loudly.

On second thought, Ermac mused, maybe we'll just kill him, ix-nay on the collecting of his soul.

"Jump!" Ermac suddenly yelled, and then leaped from the moving vehicle.

Rain was slow to comprehend and sat dumbfounded as the wagon continued to move forward, taking him further away from the city.

With a long-suffering growl Ermac telepathically hoisted their older partner from the cart and tossed him down the hill below. They were sure to make it look like the prince had simply lurched forward and accidentally fallen off since there were people watching.

After Rain had stopped rolling, he marched dizzily to where Ermac was standing amongst a throng of people in the setting sun.

Rain saw Ermac standing smugly in front of a group of people and began to shake with anger. How dare he? Rain was a prince and wanted to be treated as such, never mind that he betrayed his country and has no right to claim that title anymore.

He saw red as he stomped over to the telepath and raised his fist but was surprised as it was suspended in mid-air. Rain struggled to connect his flesh with Ermac's face but the hold Ermac had over his arm was too strong. With a defeated huff Rain brought his clenched hand down to his side. Ermac turned their back to the warrior and that's when Rain lunged for them.

Ermac swiftly backhanded the prince and Rain was knocked to the ground, then yanked back up by his collar.

"Stop making a scene you lousy little bitch! Come on, we need to find an inn so we can get some rest. It's getting dark." Ermac advised in a voice that wasn't kind but was a whole lot gentler than the previous one.

Rain stumbled to his feet and nursed his bloody nose. Reluctantly he followed the robed figure ahead of him.

They walked through the town silently, well Rain was muttering curses under his breath the whole while, and when they got to the tavern Rain immediately fell back. He stared longingly at the ale and whiskey that was flowing freely from several tankards and barrels in the bar. Ermac had to retreat and grab Rain by his ponytail.

"Let's go pretty boy. Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" They asked. Rain snorted.

"I'm ten thousand years old. I can do whatever the hell I want." He claimed. "You're the one that hasn't been around for even a year," he added. So stop calling me kid, Rain thought fiercely to himself.

They finally got to the inn and found no one at the front desk. Ermac, in all his cloaked eminence, went up to the counter and in one swift motion smashed the little silver bell. Ominous silence rang throughout the lobby until one brave soul approached the formidable duo.

"C-Can I help you sirs?" the short man asked.

"We require a room." Ermac told him.

"Two beds?" he confirmed.

"One." Ermac corrected.

"What the he-" Rain started to shout but Ermac willed his partner's mouth shut.

"Will that be all?" the frightened man asked. Ermac nodded. It wasn't until after he paid the man and pocketed the room key in the folds of his cloak that he allowed Rain to speak again. Ermac was just opening the rickety door to their room when Rain exploded.

"What the hell? Why did you have to choose the filthiest inn and then only get one bed?" he fumed.

Ermac leaned against one of the walls and let the hood of their cloak fall to their shoulders. "Single bedrooms are cheaper. And how do you know this inn is the filthiest?"

Rain gestured to the stained and torn carpet, to the peeling yellow walls that were probably once white, and to the only piece of furniture in the room, the wrinkled black bed.

"I bet they only use black sheets to hide all the stains of piss and whatever else is on there" Rain remarked disgustedly.

From the other side of the empty room Ermac scoffed, "Is nothing good enough for your prissy ass?"

Rain grumbled and pushed past them to get to the window that was already open; it had a hole busted through it.

"Where are you going?" Ermac asked solemnly.

"Oh you're using the nice voice now?" Rain jeered. "I'm going to sleep outside. It beats staying in this shithole."

Ermac rose and followed him, much to Rain's surprise.

"You're coming too? I thought you'd stay." he murmured. He swiped a piece of his hair out of his face with a bloody hand.

"Why would we stay in here? After all, you did say it was a shithole." Ermac retorted.

"Yeah, but you're such a stingy bastard I figured you'd be sore over losing your money." Rain reasoned.

"We paid in counterfeit cash." Ermac replied.

They camped in the nearby woods and resigned to head out in the morning.

Sonya really didn't think things could get much worse, but as fate would have it she was proven wrong.

It started to rain.

"Let's stop here," Jax suggested to his irate partner. She looked ready to pop a vessel and he could practically see the rain sizzling on her sun-burnt skin.

He was about to track down a large enough tree in the sprawled woods when he caught sight of some people doing just that. Maybe they could help.

"Hey Sonya, there's some people over there," he told her and pointed in the direction of the motley pair.

Sonya strained her baby-blue eyes against the downpour and realized Jax was right. Lodged under the protection of a wide oak was a pair of men. Or at least one of them was a man, the other was wearing a cloak so she wasn't too sure.

"Come on, let's go see if they can help us find a hotel," Jax urged. Sonya rolled her eyes.

"Jax, don't you think that if they could help us find one they'd already be there? I don't even think there are hotels around here." she murmured. Her partner had already left, though.

She sighed and jogged to catch up with him.

They hadn't been traveling long. About eighteen-to-twenty hours or so. Now that it was getting dark, they figured they should stop and rest. If they could find an inn that'd be great, but camping out in the woods certainly wasn't out of the question. It wasn't as if they hadn't done it before.

She and Jax slowed to a stop a few feet away from the pair who were gathered around a measly flame. It looked like it would be out in no time.

Both the strangers looked up when Sonya and Jax approached them.

It was almost as if they knew we were coming, Sonya thought warily.

"Um, excuse us but we were wondering if you could point us in the direction of the nearest town or inn?" she asked politely.

The young man with the thick silky ponytail snorted and picked at the blood caked on his hands and white shirt. "Don't even bother, the inn in that shitty town is not fit for anyone, not even mortal peasants like you."

Sonya lifted a wet brow and placed her fists on her hips. What's his problem? she thought. She let Jax take over, she didn't think she could be civil with a jerk like him.

"Well could you tell us where it is anyway?" Jax demanded.

Looks like he isn't too pleased with this guy either, Sonya smirked.

The tan-skinned young man rolled his dark eyes and shrugged, pointing in the general eastern direction. He then went back to trying to rid his hands of dirt and blood.

"Please allow us to apologize for our partner's rude behavior," the cloaked figure said in a deep voice as he stood. Sonya was sure it was a 'he' now, no woman had a voice that deep.

"It's no problem," Jax waved, "We get used to punks like him where we're from."

The man in the cloak tilted his head, "Why don't you make camp here? Then in the morning when this rain lets up we can go our separate ways," he offered.

Sonya's red flags were waving; they had no clue who these people were, why should they trust them?

Jax looked at her and she could tell he agreed. Being in the military had made them cautious.

"You know, that's alright. We'll just be on our way," he declined.

Sonya saw the man in the cloak step forward in an almost threatening way, "Please, we insist." he rumbled, then added politely, "I mean we could really do with the company."

Sharing a look they both nodded carefully to each other and shrugged. Why not, they thought.

I don't know how I ended up at the outskirts of the village, but now that I'm here I might as well take advantage of the quiet. I need to sort out my thoughts anyway. I need to figure out what to do.

Should I stay or should I go?

If I go I'll get my revenge, I'll take down Quan Chi and I'll have my powers back. These emotions will be gone, and I'll be free. But is that what I really want?

Those emotions weren't really so bad, at least some of them weren't. Others I could do without. As for revenge, is it really going to be that easy to take down Quan Chi? Even though I've been taking lessons from the prick in hand-to-hand, will that be enough? Who's to say I won't be killed?

And if I get killed, that's it. I'll have lived for a few years with nothing good to show for it. I was nothing but a pawn to Shang Tsung, to Khan, and even to Paste-Face. Is that all I'm good for? All I'm destined to be?

No, not if I stay with Nightwolf. He said that he would always welcome me here, and if I were to get married-

Stop it! Don't even think about it! the voice screamed.

Don't think about what? A life here with the shaman, a life with...happiness and maybe...peace? Is that even possible?

Of course not you stupid bitch, think about what you're saying! You can't stay here, you don't belong here!

No, that's not true, I frowned, It can't be true. The people here don't hate me like they used to back in Outworld or at that club I worked in. Even if they don't like me, they accept me. Nightwolf accepts me. He wants me, he said so himself.

Yeah he wants you alright! He'll say anything to get you to stay, and once he's through with you, he'll throw you away! Just like the sorcerer and the emperor and the immortal Quan Chi! They're all the same!

No, they're not all the same. Nightwolf is different, I mumbled, but without much conviction. Why should he be different? Why should he care? He could be lying to me this whole time.

But then, that doesn't make any sense; what would he have to lie for?

"Ah, this is so frustrating!" I growled out loud, only just now realizing I had an audience.

I was sitting against the cabin-like barracks that usually held Tvari's men but now there wasn't anybody in there. I think this part of the village is called the Northern edge but I'm not sure. There was the normal expanse of woods ahead of me and the rest of the huts behind me.

There was also a group of three men not to far away. They were giving me funny looks, and not the ha-ha-this-bitch-is-crazy kind of looks either.

They were tawny-skinned and particularly built and sporting the typical soldier paint and regalia so I knew they were some of Tvari's men. I wonder why they stuck around if there are no others here. Now wasn't the time to be worried about that, though. Those men were coming closer.

I could either run my happy ass back to the village away from these guys, because I knew fighting them wouldn't end well, or I could engage them. I don't know. I am feeling pretty stressed and confrontational right now.

I stood my ground.

"You lost, sexy? I don't think I've seen you round here before." One of them crooned. I rolled my eyes and sighed. These mortal men were so stupid.

Well not including Nightwolf. He was okay.

The other man nudged his friend's side and laughed, "She's the one who's always messin' with the General." he reminded him.

The first man grinned, "Oh yeah. Now I remember. You're the one with the filthy mouth." He had a combination of a flat-top and a mohawk that reminded me of that young soldier Elan.

The other two had short black hair that fell to their chins, much like mine, except theirs was a whole lot straighter and greasier. They started circling me.

"So what you want?" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. I was itching to try and pull down my black cutoff shirt to hide my stomach from their hungry eyes but I couldn't let them know they scared me. "You looking for a fight?" I asked hopefully.

They howled with laughter and the first one with the mohawk stepped even closer to me.

"Nah. I wouldn't hurt such a pretty lil' thing like you," he smirked, "I figured we could do something else." he added suggestively.

Okay, so there was something I hadn't taken into account. I thought they'd just be baited into a fight and I would be able to blow some steam before hightailing it back to the village before they did any serious damage. Obviously they had other plans. I need to get out of here.

The leader of the trio put his hands on my waist and dipped his mouth next to my ear. "So what you say? You wanna' go?" he whispered.

I pushed his hands away and leaped backwards, almost falling on my behind. "Don't fucking touch me!" I hissed.

I was starting to panic a little when they all just laughed again. They had me trapped in between them and I didn't have my monstrous strength to break free. The leader started closing in on me again and I clenched my fists.

"Wench?"

HALLELUJAH!

I never ever thought I'd be so glad to hear that voice of all voices. It was none other than the prick, Tvari. His calm questioning tone had distracted the men and I was momentarily allowed an escape. Once I was free I took my place behind the immortal prick.

Tvari glanced warily at me and then back at the three men. "Why aren't you in the village square with the rest of the troops?" he asked sternly.

They grumbled nonsensical replies and made their way back into the village. The leader gave me the evil eye, well, a lecherous variation of it anyway.

I shuddered.

Hopefully I won't be seeing them again.

Tvari stepped in front of me and fiddled with his long hair until he'd had it all behind his shoulders.

"What was that about?" he asked, "Don't tell me you're terrorizing my men now." he joked, or at least I think he was joking.

I stared at him, affronted, "What? They were the ones who were terrorizing me, you idiot! Didn't you see the way they were all ganged up on me?" I screeched.

Tvari closed his eyes and cupped his ears as soon as I said 'what'. Now he let them go and eyed me critically. "They were harassing you?"

"Duh! What did you think they were doing, having chit-chat?" I huffed.

Tvari got that look on his face, that smug one, "Well what did you expect?" he said simply. "Look at you, masquerading as a common whore" he chided.

I couldn't pick my jaw up off the ground.

"You ought not advertise what isn't for sale, wench, or much more than just intimidation will come your way. You're lucky I came when I did." he continued.

I gave him a disbelieving glare, "What are you tryna' say?"

With a melodramatic sigh he narrowed his eyes, "Virgins like you should stop trying to have the cake and eat it too."

"What?" I yelled. How did he know I'm a virgin? What the hell?

"You can't tempt the men in this village and expect to get away with it."he explained tiredly.

"So why do you think I'm a virgin? Cause I'm not, you dick." I retorted scathingly.

He rolled his eyes with a smug sneer, "Of course you are. You may act like a harlot, but you and I both know that isn't the case through and through." he responded cryptically.

"Whatever, can we just get on with the training now?" I muttered embarrassingly.

He smirked to himself and led me to the clearing where our sparring sessions were usually held.

A/N: That's it for now, stay tuned for the next update to see what happens next! Will Nighty's plans come to fruition? Will Rain and Ermac succeed in their mission? Will Sonya and Jax find a cure for poor wittle Wiu Kang? Will I ever stop asking questions? Until next time!

~DymondGold~