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He laughed, kissing her cheek. "You're mine too."
Zerras looked back at her, his head tilting. "Yeah?"
He laughed slightly, shaking his head. He shifted his weight, Oblivion waiting in its scabbard. "Alright. I'll try to be safe."
He squinted. "Are you suggesting I'll lose?"
His blush deepened and he nodded, offering her his bag. "Will you hold this?"
He flushed, kissing her back slowly. "I'll win.."
He shook his head. "No. I'm doing it. It'll be fine."
His gaze quickly turned sharp. "No. Definitely not."
A small frown crossed his face. "Not really. I'm afraid my years of being in the crypt may have made me a little rusty."
He considered before exhaling slowly. "I doubt it. It's pretty visible."
He looked back at it. It was a bit of a centerpiece and stealing it would seem close to impossible.
He looked around cautiously, keeping her close. There was a small frown on his face before he gestured to the pile of loot. There was an ornate...
It was a big room. Lots of people surrounded a makeshift ring with two people fighting with weapons. On the opposite end was the announcers table,...
He gave her a devilish grin before kissing her cheek. "Let's go."
He raised his eyebrows curiously, kissing the back of her hand. "Of course it is."
He offered his hand to her again, his head tilted.
He pulled away after a moment. "We'll see if I even have to. Don't worry."
"I haven't been recognized yet," he said, looking around warily. "I think were too far from Anthyria for anyone to know who I am."
He was looking down at her thoughtfully, brushing her hair back. "We'll see."
He flushed slightly with a small laugh. "Don't worry. I'll only fight if I have to."
