Saving Soul

"I'm supposed to be living dead, but I'm not," Adair remarked. "And not living dead like Curtis either."

"Adair, any normal person, Hell, even a changeling would be dead" Anja stated, turning to look at him again. "Not even the other Gales would believe I'm still alive"

"That will help you blend in better," said Adair. "Everyone knows us, but they don't know you."

"If you say so" Anja sighed. She leaned forward and held her head in her hands.

"...You okay?" Adair asked.

"I don't know anymore." Anja replied. "I don't feel right. I don't feel normal."

Adair sighed and rubbed her back.

"It takes a while to get used to," he admitted. "Even then it doesn't quite go away. Some days you almost forget about it, other days you wake up feeling wrong."

Anja groaned. "Addy... Stoppit." She mumbled half-heartedly.

Adair stopped, a little surprised. He was trying to comfort her, not turn her on. "Um...sorry?"

Anja groaned in frustration. "Its not your fault. I'm just frustrated. I feel so damn useless!"

"Then start breathing fire," Voltaire shouted over. Adair noticed the Hunter wasn't daring to come closer. "I already told you how."

Anja jerked her head around to give him a murderous look. "Why don't I come over there and show you how I fight!" She snapped. "I'm not afraid to kick your ass! And You can't beat me since I'm fireproof!"

Voltaire snorted. "Whatever. I can knock you on your ass before you summon anything 'cause I'm faster than you."

"Stop it you two," said Adair.

"Who said I had to summon?" Anja snapped. She stood, her fists clenched. "I'll just come over there and kick you again, so hard you'll have a mother fucking cleft chin!" She threatened.

"If you can hit me," said Voltaire, standing up. He formed a fireball behind his back while setting his arms on fire, and then began to dash around Ava at a heightened speed.

Anja didn't even try and follow him. She waited and lashed out at a point, knocking Voltaire's legs out from under him and causing him to face plant into the ground. Then she straddled his back and wrapped his ponytail around her hand, forcing him to keep his head down. "You were saying?" She hissed. "I'm not some helpless whore. I'm used to fighting off thieves and creepers that want to take advantage of a poor lost summoner girl."

(The problem with heroes is that they are large walls of meat and muscle lol)

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