Angel would not complain no matter how badly her feet hurt. If this pig headed reject could walk this far, she could. She would not stop until he did. She watched him as he walked ahead of her. She didn't go slowly as a snail, and she didn't try to run to keep up. She could hold her own. She was no dainty female. Other people might feel differently in the situation, but Angel was strong. Strong and stubborn. Some might have cowered and been frightened in a place like this, but she would tough it out. She would find her sister, and go home.

He still could not understand this woman. She was unpredictable at best. She had the temperament of a mule. He was not happy that he was forced to travel with this troublesome creature. She was nothing of what he wished to deal with.

Angel finally spoke to him. " I never forced you to come with me."

Strider stopped and looked at her. " What did you say?"

Angel only glared at him and continued on. When she noticed that he hadn't resumed walking, she stopped. " What?"

He still didn't speak. Finally, he responded." You read my mind. How did you do it?"

Angel was totally confused. " What the hell are you talking about?"

" Do not play games with me, Witch. I did not say anything. I only thought it."

Angel stalked up to him. Although he was not that tall, he was taller then she.
Still, she looked him straight in the eye. " I think you need to lay off the crack."

" I am sick of these riddles. You read my mind, Witch. Why do you not speak the truth?"

" Look, you oafy bastard, I don't read minds. Why the hell would I wanna read yours anyway? All I'd hear was an echo." She paused, looking smug. " Ok smart guy, prove it." She could tell he didn't get it. " Ok. Genius, I know it's gonna be hard, but try to think of something. I won't hear it."

Now Strider wasn't so sure that he had been correct in his assumption that she had read his mind. He couldn't help where his mind traveled. Her breasts were large. Since she was so close, if he bent down, he'd no longer have two eyes.

Letting out a loud gasp, Angel punched him full in the face. Oh, her fist connected all right. As the blow landed in the middle of his nose, she heard a resounding crack.
The impact snapped his head back, sending him staggering back a few steps. He crouched down, holding a hand over his bloody nose. " Damn you, Woman! Are you possessed?"

" Well, no, but since my tits are so big, I don't have that much time to think before I react."

He stared at her.

Finally, it dawned on her. " Oh. Shit. You didn't just say that did you?"

" No I did not."

Still trying to process what had just happened, which wasn't possible yet, Angel walked away.
She went and sat down on the grass. She heard the crunch of the grass as Strider sat beside her, but she didn't look up. She didn't understand how that just happened. She had been able to do that to a certain degree. Ya know, hear bits and pieces. But never this strongly or clearly.

" That has never happened to you before."

Well, for a man, he can be observant. Angel shook her head.

" Then there is not much of a chance you know how you did it."

" I don't know how I did it Strider." She didn't understand why that had upset her so much. Thinking for a moment though, she could see some reasons why it might. It was something she had never felt before. Not to mention, throwing the Orc back fifty feet. It was a gift. But why now. Why here? For some odd reason, all of these things kept happening to her. Was it this place?

She was an incredible aggravating female, but there was something about her .It wasn't physical appearance. Although, stealing a glance at her profile, he could most definitely see why some would see it that way. With her long lashes, small, upturned nose, and full lips, she was a comely wench. Still, her will was even a match for his, making her hard to deal with almost as if he were competing with himself. He now pitied anyone, who had to put up with him, if he really acted the same way that she did. He remembered the way that the animals had been with her. They had been so trusting, they acted as if she was one with the forest. That simple thing showed him that she could not have a black heart. For all that she angered him; he yearned to take care of her. To assure her that things would be well. He knew, however, that he would never get that far if he tried. She was too self-reliant. He didn't believe that she would ever let him help her. He knew she would not want him to help her. That was precisely what he planned to do.

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