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Ashrah felt like running. Strike that, running like hell. She had never felt so cornered…

…and scared. The look on the demon - for he looked like a demon at that moment - Ermac's face, or what she could see of it, was enough to make the strongest of warriors wither. His eyes seemed to glow ten times brighter, yet somehow didn't give any light to the room. If anything the room had grown darker.

Of course, the sun had gone down. Ashrah repressed a sigh. The Kenshi fellow had left to hunt for food. The man lived in the middle of nowhere, so he had to hunt. Ashrah absently wondered how the blind man and the green eyed warrior had met. It was odd, to say the least. What was even stranger, though, was the fact that such a warrior as Ermac had any friends. He was evil, she was sure. Even though he wasn't a demon - something she was still questioning - he wasn't on the forces of good. She thought back to when he had spared her life. Ok, he wasn't evil anymore, but he had been.

Ashrah dared a glance directly at the man's face. She had to focus on his eyes to figure out what he was looking at. Actually, she didn't care as long as he wasn't looking at her that way. He was staring at the far wall, right behind her. Good. She had no reason to be nervous.

Until he growled. "Is there something wrong?" His eyes flicked to her. The combined fright of the sound of his voice and the glare on his face chilled the she-demon to the bone. She hadn't noticed it before, but his voice sounded like a hundred voices put into one throat. He had said he was made of many souls, and now she was wondering how that was possible. When Ashrah realized he was waiting for a reply, she quickly fought to speak. For some reason she was having trouble finding any words.

"N-nothing. I was just thinking…" She was surprised to see Ermac's head cock to the side ever so slightly. Was he wanting to know what she was thinking about? Why?

"About what?" His voice didn't sound as frightening, but it was still scary. She wished she hadn't of noticed the multi-voice thing…

"How did you and…Kenshi," the name felt strange leaving her lips, "become friends?"

Ermac seemed taken aback by the question. He blinked a few times, clearly surprised, but spoke as if he wasn't caught off guard. "It just happened."

Ashrah wasn't exactly pleased with the answer, but didn't think prodding would be a good idea. Her only response was a nod. She expected the conversation to end there.

But it didn't. "Why would you like to know?" Ashrah swallowed hard, hoping he didn't hear how much fear was in the sound. How was she going to explain that she just wanted to know? She could just say it, but what if he got mad?

Calm down, she thought. He's injured, there's nothing to worry about.

"I just wanted to know. It's odd for someone like you to have a…an acquaintance as close as you and Kenshi are." Ashrah waited with bated breath for the warrior's response. She watched his face intently, looking for any sign of anger. Luckily she didn't see any.

"Why is it odd?" The anger was in his voice, not his face. Ashrah felt her body tense at his defensive words. "What is wrong with having someone to depend on?"

Ashrah couldn't even begin to answer. She had had sisters, but that was in the past…it seemed so long ago. Too long ago to even remember. "I didn't mean to offend, I just was curious as to how you two even met." She paused and shrugged. "You two don't seem compatible in any way."

"We trained him in telekinesis." He said curtly. Ashrah nodded to herself, somewhat expecting the answer. Well, not that exact answer - she had no idea Kenshi knew telekinesis - but something like it. However, Ermac didn't seem to be the teacher type. She absently wondered how the training was done. Kenshi probably drove his teacher crazy…

"We are tired." Ermac said, stopping any of Ashrah's thoughts. She looked up at him and was surprised to see his arms around himself. "We would…like to go to bed." Ashrah didn't like the pause in his sentence. He sounded as if he was in pain.

The she-demon stood, making her way toward Ermac's sitting form. "Do you need anything?" She had no idea what she was going to do. What could she do? The only person she had ever really treated was herself.

"No," he breathed out. He sounded as if he was having a hard time breathing. Ashrah stepped closer. Cautiously.

"Let me help you lie down," she said as she knelt near him. Ermac held up a hand, stopping the woman from getting any closer. Ashrah noticed how tightly his other arm was wrapped around his upper waist.

"We said no." Ermac almost yelled. The man seemed surprised by his outburst, and put his other arm back around himself. "Just…go to bed."

Ashrah frowned despite herself. "I was told to take care of you, and whether you like it or not, I'm going to do just that." Also, she was being held hostage. And even though she was a competent fighter, she didn't want to chance a fight with that Kenshi fellow. Telekinesis wasn't something she wanted to face ever again after her fights with Ermac.

Ermac let out a shallow sigh. "We can handle our," he paused, visibly wincing, "selves." Ashrah didn't like the way he was breathing, but didn't know what she could do about it. How was she supposed to fix broken ribs? Especially to someone who wasn't willing to cooperate…

Wordlessly, the woman grabbed Ermac's shoulders and began gently pushing him down to the floor. She was going to see how bad the damage was, even if Ermac didn't want her to. The man began pushing against her, removing his arms from his sides to do so, but lost his resolve the closer he got to the floor. He gasped, pulling one arm back around his upper torso, leaving the other up. His fingers weakly wrapped around Ashrah's wrist, not really having any affect.

"St-stop," he choked out. Ashrah felt her eyebrows furrow as aggravation began to rise in her chest.

"No, you stop. Just lie down, dammit!" It had been a while since Ashrah had had any real human contact, and she had almost forgotten how stubborn men were. Demon or non-demon. "There." She had successfully put Ermac on the floor on his back.

The man was furious, but could do nothing. He looked up at the demon with as heated a glare as he could give at that moment. "We don't need your help…"

"Uh huh." Ashrah said, not really listening to what was being said to her. She cautiously began moving her hand to Ermac's collar. "It is your ribs bothering you, right?"

"..Yes." Ermac said breathlessly. He had shut his eyes, something Ashrah was grateful for.

"That's what I thought." She tried to sound as conversational as possible. Ashrah needed to check the man's injuries, so that meant she had to remove the top half of his clothing. And she doubted he would just let her do that. The woman touched the warrior's collar…

…and all hell broke loose.

(Yay! Another chapter. :D I hope you all liked it.)

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