[event] is taking a midnight stroll through the forest, though he pauses when he thinks he hears something up ahead...
Shaliza
has
drawn her pentagrams, placed her markers, and is chanting quietly as she sprinkled the snake blood around the tiny fire.
peers curiously from where he is, silently stepping closer to see if he could spot what was going on before actually approaching. He's careful to avoid snapping twigs though, not wanting to be given
away if it was dangerous.
Shaliza
is
only a little spiteful...well a lot, but that's not what she's doing. She drops a few items into the fire, before holding out her palms.
finally reaches the edge of her little clearing, peeking around a tree to watch quietly. Even if she wasn't vengeful, he didn't want to interrupt a ritual...he knew they could go poorly with even a wrong pause.
's chanting eventually comes to a pause. The smoke turns a thick dark green before dissipating, and she shudders with new power. Standing, she puts out the fire, before cleaning everything up. That worked _
_wonderfully, she felt...alive, and strong.
eye's widen as it comes to the end, curious about the effect the spell had had on her. He does step forward now that she's cleaning up though, purposefully stepping on a stick to snap it.
whirls around, hands already up...and then pauses. She squints a little at him, getting a very distinct feeling from him...not so much a warmth, but a fiery heat. His aura is brighter than anything she's seen._
"You're not human."
blinks at the greeting, grinning a little. "...should I apologize for that?" he hums, looking around the site. "You can relax, I'm not here to harm you."
lowers her arms, but she slips her hand into her pocket, gripping something there. "No, don't apologize. If not to harm, then for what?"
smiles at her. "Merely curious about the thing you just did," he answers, looking back up to her and sliding his hands into his pockets casually.
hums, moving closer warily. "Ah. Do you know what I am?"
smiles. "A witch of sorts, aren't you?" he guesses. Didn't see many creatures doing rituals, after all.
nods. "Of sorts, yes. Would you tell me what you are? I have never...in my life seen an aura like yours."
hums. "I'd prefer not to, but I'm glad you like it," he chuckles. He had learned from experience that it was dangerous to advertise who he was.
hums, she moves a little closer, moving to touch him before pausing. "May I?" He was emitting heat...or at least it felt like it.
had his defenses up around her still, and the heat was a bit of a warning. H leans back slightly, eyeing her warily. "Why..?" he hums.
lets go of the item in her pocket, holding her hands up. "Curiosity. You're warm."
hesitates a little, before nodding once her hand is out of her pockets. "Alright..." he hums.
places a hand on his upper arm carefully, marveling at it. It's extraordinary. She has the sudden thought that she would very much like to keep him. But she hasn't a clue what he is. "You know...I'd say you_
_were a fire demon, but there isn't a hint of darkness in your aura. None at all..."
hums, flexing a bit... he was a vain creature after all, and watching her carefully. "Fire demon, hm? That'd be pretty hot," he grins, enjoying his own pun.
stares at him. "I can't believe you just did that." She rolls her eyes, despite the smile tugging at her lips. "Fire demons are unpredictable. You...are something else entirely." His aura reminded her of_
_the sun. She squeezes his arm lightly, knowing very well that he was flexing. "You're sure you won't tell me what you are?"
can't help but laugh at her expression, grinning at her. "I can be unpredictable too, I think," he hums, shrugging a little. "I'd really rather not, at least not now. Maybe later."
nods. "Alright. You aren't a threat, I can let that slide." She was curious though. Very curious. "Do I get a name?"
smiles at her agreement, and extends his hand in greeting. "Francis Bonnefoy," he hums, taking her hand and kissing the back of it like a gentleman. "Pleased to make your aquaintance, miss...?" he prompts.
smiles at the kiss. Men were never like this anymore. "Shaliza. Shaliza Vidal." She leans up to kiss his cheek in greeting, deciding she rather liked this Francis.
had many years practice! He smiles at the little cheek kiss, humming softly. "Pleased to meet you miss Shaliza~"
can imagine. "Pleasure's all mine..." She shifts the pouch in her hand, tucking it away. "Would you care to walk me home, Francis? There are hunters all over these days."
hums softly, debating a moment before nodding. "Hmm, oui, I think i can. A strong fire demon like myself can take of them for you~" he winks.
smiles sweetly at that. "Oh, don't count me out entirely."
grins, offering his arm to walk with her. "Mm, I shall keep that in mind then~" he grins.
takes his arm, leading him out of the forest. "Good. I don't much like to play the damsel in distress."
hums, smiling as he leads her. "You don't seem like much that type, no."
can't help but think Francis would make a good heater. "It's fun to prove people wrong, though."
probably would, if he made sure not to get too hot. "I could see that, yes. I like doing the same sometimes, admittedly."
grins. "Do people mistake you for a damsel in distress too?"
arches a brow at that, but laughs. "There have been occasions people mistake me for weaker than I am, oui. I tend to enjoy proving them wrnog," he answers, a mischievious glint in his eye.
Shaliza
gives
him a curious sort of happy smile at that. "Vous parlez français aussi bien, je vois." (You speak French as well, I see.)
blinks, smile growing wider. <<Yes, I do. You are fluent?>> He hums, helping her over a fallen log. <<It's been a while since I had someone who could hold a conversation around here.>>
grins at that, hopping over the log neatly. [I am, although we definitely have different dialects. I take it most people around here stick to English?]
chuckles softly. <<That, I can tell. And yes, but I suppose that's what happens when you migrate here away from France.>>
looks at him with a little bit of awe at that. [France? That's so far.]
smiles proudly. <<It became much less far when commercial jets become a thing,>> he hums.
Shaliza
thinks
it's still far. Europe seems like a whole world away to her. [I guess.]
hums. Admittedly he had flown part of the way and caught a ship to avoid setting ony odd searches, but she didn't need to know that. <<Have you never travelled then?>>
nods. [I have! I'm from a little island though, in the Caribbean. I've travelled to all the other islands, and then...well, up here[
chuckles softly. <<Then haven't you travelled just as far, if not farther?>>
shrugs. [It doesn't seem that far. All the islands were pretty close together. The journey up here...didn't feel very long.]
hums softly, and shrugs. <<Well, as long as it was a good trip.>>
nods. [Yes. There was a little bit of trouble, but nothing I couldn't handle.] she watches as a few squirrels dart across the grass.
chuckles at that, coming to the edge of the forest. <<Mm, good to know,>> he hums.
sighs softly as she sees the people milling about, not too far from where they were. [Will you come over for a drink?]
debates a moment, before nodding. <<A drink would be lovely, thank you.>>
perks up at that, tugging him across the street, and down another road.
[I loving having company over]
blinks and laughs as she tugs him along, doing his best to keep up with her. <<I am glad you seem enthused over my visiting,>> he teases.
laughs softly. [Well I like to entertain, but I have a lot of questionable things at my house]
hums, arching a brow. <<I just watched you do something questionable in the woods, I'm not so sure I'll be surprised.>>
nudges him slightly [Well, you can come because of that. Others can't.]
chuckles at the nudge, humming. <<Mm so I'm special because I spied on you then~>>
laughs. [You're special, because I'm taking a special interest in you]
hums. <<Should I worry about that~>> he teases, not really expecting he should.
grins at that [What do you think?]
looks her over. <<Hmm, you seem nice enough,>> he answers, though her answer does sort of make him wonder.
laughs at that, tugging him around a corner, and up a fire escape. [There are wards all over the place. It's easier from the window.]
blinks at this, pausing a bit as she finally slows and they reach the goal. <<Wards? Will I even be able to get in in that case?>> he asks curiously.
turns to him. [That depends. Are you a demon, angelic being, shadow creature of some sort, or deity?]
hums at this, seeming to ponder it. <<I guess we will find out, won't we?>> he grins, still playing the guess what I am game.
Shaliza
gives
him an amused look. [It's your death if this thing fries you.] She shoves open the window to her apartment, slipping through easily. [Come on, then. Let's see what happens.]
arches a brow at that... he had thought wards only were protection barriers, not ofensive spells. He hesitates a little more, before timidly putting his hand through the
window first to see if it affected him. He sighs a little in relief when he feels nothing, slipping through after a moment and landing swiftly on his feet. <<Ta-da~>>
Shaliza
has
protective wards as well. But she did dabble in black magic and voodoo, and so she rather liked having offensive spells mixed in with the original wards. Better safe than sorry. [Aha. So I can cross all those+
_things off my list. There are few things I'm not warded against."
*]
laughs at that, shaking his head. <<Paranoid, are we?>> he asks, looking around the place from where he stood. <<But yes, I suppose I am not a fire demon after all~>>
Shaliza
has
a reason to be. [When you enslave as many demons as I have, paranoia is a good thing. They get so angry over minimal bidding.] Her home is dark, and old. Her tarot cards are still resting on a table, incense_
_burning. She has quite a few bookshelves completely filled up, old rugs, and many many pouches, and vials of all different colours and sizes.
blinks at that, humming. <<I doubt most creatures take well to slavery...>> he points out, wondering at the back of his mind if he had misjudged this situation
by too much. He steps over to inspect the vials though, interested in what they did. <<Did you make all of these...?>>
((....pretend that was francis oops))
shrugs. [I only ask for small favours, and they get time in be..somewhat free] he glances over to where he's looking. [Oh, of course. I don't let other people dabble in my magic.] she pulls a small box out from
_under a desk, opening it up. [these too] inside are countless tiny little voodoo dolls.
looks over the little labels, though he does get distracted by the box she brings out, wandering over to her instead to look inside. <<These look truly fascinating, miss Shaliza,>> he hums,
carefully picking up one of the little dolls to examine it.
doesn't really get to share these kind of things...for the obvious reason. So she's jumping at the chance now. [Thank you. They're all extremely effective. So if you see anyone in there you know...]
hums, peking through the collection, before shaking his head. <<Anyone I have issues with, I tend to take care of myself,>> he grins a little mischieviously, setting the doll back down.
smiles [And how do you do that?] she's still curious about what exactly he is...
grins, twisting his fingers with a bit of flair and producing a small flame in his palm. <<Heat,>> he answers simply.
stares in awe. [Heat] Incredible control, too. [But not a fire demon.] she's scrutinizing his aura now, looking for a hint.
Francis
is
obviously prideful, humming as he lets the flame dance around his fingers as if it were just a coin. <<Oh yes. Still stumped, miss~?>> he teases, looking back to her with softly glowing golden eyes.
knows. Knows that fire is his element. It's only when she inspects his aura closer, very wispy almost like...wings, does she realise..and stares. [No...no way.]
grins as she looks closer, slowly letting the feathers in his hair and on his arms grow back in. <<No way~>> he mimics teasingly.
Shaliza
is
just staring in awe. [A phoenix? You're so rare! Most other creatures forget you even exist!] Oh..oh, she had to have him. She'd been looking for a familiar anyways, hadn't she?
laughs happily and nods, prideful grin in place on his face. <<It provide for an excellent chance to live without predators,>> he hums, smoothing back the feathers in his hair, unaware of her desire.
moves a little closer to him. [May I touch your feathers please?] She's still watching him in awe, knowing that she had to be sneaky if her plan was to succeed.
hums, arching a brow at this, but extending his arm to her. He lets his arm form into more of a wing so she can see the full extent, but keeps that same sort of warning heat about her in case
she's getting ideas. <<Sure, if you would like to.>>
thanks him as she reaches out, stroking the feathers gently [Beautiful...your other half must be so proud.]
hums softly, watching the way her fingers trace over his feathers and shivering gently. He does laugh good naturedly though, though perhaps there is a little sadness behind it. <<She was, yes...>>
frowns a little [I'm so sorry.] that...she knew. She knew very very well the toll it took when someone's other half passed.
smiles a little sadly at her, and shrugs. << It happens to us immortals...>> he hums, glad she knew without him having to say.
strokes one of his feathers gently. [Do you think...you could ever again?]
presses into the touch a little, enjoying the sensation. <<Who knows,>> he smiles softly. <<I've tried not to, but that's not something one can really decide, is it?>>
continues with the soft touches. [You think it happens naturally?]
Francis
feels
a little more at peace with how gently she was petting him. <<Of course. You can't force love, it just happens.>>
pauses. [You were a familiar to your girlfriend?]
furrows his brow a bit at that. <<... no...>>
..doesn't understand, and blinks at him in confusion. [What?]
blinks back at her. <<Why would I be a familiar? I'm my own person.>>
quirks an eyebrow [You're a phoenix. Familiars can take human shape too...]
crosses his arms, pulling back a bit. <<So? I am not a pet.>> He was obviously not pleased by the though.
thought*
..is confused. [This isn't the 1800s, familiars are not pets.]
hums doubtfully at her. <<I will believe humans will stop treating familiars as pets the day the humans also stop treating the things they don't understand as monsters.>>
rolls his eyes, thumb carefully tracing the edge of one of his feathers. The heat was..calming for her. A comfort. [I can tell you that any human who thinks they are beyond the supernatural are good as dead]
Francis
gives
her a look. <<Thinking that does not reduce the danger of a hunter with his mind made up,>> he points out, having had several such unfortunate encounters in the past.
frowns at that. [Well. Hunters are the real monsters. They have no heart.] Many of them didn't consider her human because of her...art, which was ridiculous and so she'd had a few encounters as well.
sighs at that. <<Hence why it's foolish to trust that human's minds have changed at all.>>
shrugs. [I'm a human, aren't I?] Although she was technically looking out for herself.
hums at this. <<Yes... but with a twist, I suppose.>> he conceeds.
smiles at that. [Yes. A twist.] She plucks a feather from his arm, moving away quickly, hurrying to her shelf to grab one of the bottles, before he flayed her.
Francis
is
about to reply when he feels the jolt of pain of his feathing being pulled out, yelping and instinctively turning hot enough to burn in defence. <<T-the hell?>> he asks, rubbing the spot she had
plucked from and scowling at her. <<I didn't say you could have that.>>
smiles sweetly at him, dropping the feather in the bottle. [Sorry!] She picks up a knife, pricking her finger, and squeezes a few droplets in along with her finger. [You should understand though, that I can't_
_just let you go like this. Someone like you.]
had been hoping she intended it for memory purposes, but upon seeing her start what could only be a spell, he dashes forward to snatch the bottle from her hands, still burning hot. <<No, that's exactly
what you can do!>>
doesn't really care. The mix is already done. She takes a few steps back, starting to quickly murmur the spell.
panics as she continues, throwing the bottle to the ground as hard as he can in hopes of smashing it open with intent to burn the feather and stop the spell. He feels even worse when the bottle doesn't even
chip, kneeling down to try it again and again, before throwing it at her head in a last ditch attempt to make the spell stop.
generally has her things charmed in case of events like these. She ducks out of the way when he throws it at her, still murmuring the spell quickly. She can feel it starting to take effect, her entire body _
_feels like it's burning up.
gasps as she dodges so easily, standing and advancing on her.. if he burned her to a crisp than the spell wouldn't finish either. He's caught offguard though as it starts to feel like his own heat was being
stolen away or locked up within him. He has to brace himself against the wall to keep standing, letting out a string of curse words at her as he stumbles forward to try and wrap a hand around her throat.
's chanting is coming in gasps, the burning is almost too painful, but it's exhilarating. She moves forward to meet him, and the second she feels Francis' fingers brush her throat...it's done. The pain is_
_gone, but the power she feels is incredible. "Is this...is this what you feel like all the time?" Holy shit...
wraps his hand around her throat to squeeze, but it's too late by hte time he reaches her. He doesn't have much strength left at the moment, only really managing a warning touch before crumpling to his knees,
panting softly and clutching at his chest. "W-what have you done??" he tries to demand, though the effect is ruined by his current position.
Shaliza
is
completely unbothered by the squeeze, and glances down when he drops. "The pain is temporary. If you hadn't been rushing me, we wouldn't have this problem." She kneels down a little to try and heft him up, _
_intending to get him over to the couch.
's pain mostly came from having his usual powers suddenly unaccessable to him, but he stubbornly swats her hands away, getting to his feet again once the initial shock has receeded. "If you hadn't done it at
all, there wouldn't be a problem to begin with," he replies, frowning at her.
hums softly at that. "Maybe. But it's done. You'll feel worse if you leave now, you might as well take a seat and get comfortable."
crosses his arms, not budging for the moment. "Tell me what you have done, witch."
slinks up to him, more than pleased with herself, and overly confident with the power thrumming under his skin. "You can't feel it?" She cups his jaw, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You're mine."
's frown increases with that self satisfied look on her face. He could definitely feel something, but seeing as he'd been a free man his whole life it was something very new, and he was very
un-used to it. "Undo it!" he replies, anger rising to dangerous levels. On impulse he reaches out to wrap his hands tightly around her neck, trying to heat his hands to searing levels.
Shaliza
feels
like she should be smug. She can feel the grip and heat, but no pain, and thinks she's outdone herself. Then it hits, and the pain is unbearable, and she can't even think of a way to counter it. Although_
_they were bonded now. He was her familiar, and what pain she felt, so did he...and vice versa, of course.
Francis
has
only a split second where he thinks this might work, but onc the pain kicks in it's quite intense for him. He gasps and stumbles back in surprise, crying out in pain as he clasped his own
neck in shock. He wasn't very used to pain, having managed a good number of years without any major fights up until now.
stumbles to the bathroom as fast as she can, turning on the faucet in the shower, and shoving her neck under the cold water. It hurts, and it burns, but she is a witch and has salves and potions, and tells_
_herself it will be fine.
pants as he tries to concentrate through the pain, remembering if he was able to burn like that still, he'd be able to heal too. He forces himself to take a deep breath, concentrating inwards to
heal the burns on his neck, and likely, at this rate, Shaliza's as well.
can feel the pain ebbing, and figures that the cold water has numbed the skin by now. She stays under for awhile longer, before coming out and cussing up a storm. She shoulders past him, digging through her_
_salves, and pulling one out.
Francis
has
just finished healing away the last signs when she elbows her way past him, and he frowns at her. "What the hell are you planning now?" he asks, crossing his arms and watching her carefully this time. It was
obivous he wasn't in pain anymore.
stares at him, about to yell at him for almost killing her, when she pauses. His neck is healed too. She gently touches her own, and it still hurts. She glances in a nearby mirror and there's nothing there. _
_She's healed as well? Ugh, phantom pains then. She applies the salve to to skin anyways, glaring at him. "You could have fucking killed me!"
give s a bark of laughter at that, frown remining on his features as he watches her. "That's was the fuckin idea," he answers. "I didn't realized that was included in this wonderful bloody package
deal of yours."
huffs, continuing to smear the salve across her neck. "Well deal with it, because you're stuck with me now." She swears, hurrying past him, and placing a few bones from one of her pouches into a cup. "And you_
_were so damn nice before, too."
hums at her, shaking his head. "I was nice because you weren't tying me down on an invisible leash like a goddamned pet!" He was a bird after all, and after flyign free for so long, no amout of
rope on a leash was anything he wanted.
huffs. "I'm not tying you down. I made you stronger." By tying him down...whatever. She shakes the cup, spilling it out onto the mat, and leans down to read the bones. "Hm..."
hums doubtfully at her, though looking down at the bones scattered around. "If I gave you a bottle of tears, would you let me free again?" he bargains.
glances up at him briefly. "I can't. What's done is done. You can't reverse these types of things."
pales a little at that. "...you're joking, right? I've not exactly got a normal human lifespan. I refuse to stay bound here for eternity!"
shrugs. "We can go travelling if you want. It's not like I have a stable job."
Francis
wants
to hit his head off the wall. "I want to travel on my own. I want to fly across the damn ocean for a trip if I so desire! I can't do that with a human tether," he scowls.
nods. "Right, right...for the bond to give that much distance, you'll have to wait a few years. It's doable. I'm not bad company, you know."
scowls still, dropping onto her couch in a huff. "You're the worst company. one evening with you, and I'm tethered for the rest of my life. I'm sure you can guess that I don't like my powers being in the hands
of anyone else, on top of the rest of it." He kicks one of her scattered bones just out of spite.
smacks his leg. "Hey! I'm amazing company, I'm even checking for hunters in the area, you're the one who's acting like a child."
groans, shooing her hand away with her foot petulantly. "I never had to worry about hunters before, what a pain in the arse."
swats at him again. "Well I do. Hunters are always up my ass, and no matter how many wards I put up.." She huffed. It was so...frustrating. Maybe she should just be a hermit, and never leave this apartment.
huffs and kicks another bone away before crossing his legs and putting his feet up. "Well thank you for dragging yet another problem to me then, so lovely of you to do so," he frowns.
stares at him. "I'm going to throw one of these bones at your stupid blonde head." She grumbles in Spanish, collecting them all up.
sighs, relaxing back on the couch and not caring that his shoes were up on the fabric. "You'll feel that too, mademoiselle."
sputters at that, knocking his feet off the couch. "Shoes! It might be a shithole, but it's my shithole."
stubbornly replaces them as soon as she knocks it down. He also hated dirt on his furniture, but he was feeling spiteful. "Apparently it's my shithole too, now. Since I can't leave."
gets up, and tugs his shoes off. "We're using these as protection now." Ugh, men were so gross. She crossed the room, opening the door and placed them just outside. Shutting the door, she slid the four _
_different locks into place, and gave him a dirty look.
doesn't move to help, but doesn't move to stop her either, watching her with an arched brow. "You're using my shoes as protection? Won't that hurt?" he hums, intending as innuendo.
Shaliza
gives
him the finger. "I refuse to have my place haunted by jumbees. The shoes will prevent that."
sticks his tongue out at her. "I'll just let em in while you sleep," he huffs.
glares. "That's not funny shit, you know. When they bring the soucouyant to kill me, you'll feel it too."
shudders at that, shaking his head. "No thanks. If I want my blood sucked, I'll get a hot vampire to do it. I haven;t seen one in a while, but I hear they just keep getting better and better looking."
rolls her eyes. "That's because those shitty movies came out, and all the people that watch it are young, and stupid, and want to glitter."
hums, picking at his nails idly like some prissy high school girl. "Wouldn't it just be so much nicer if they did sparkle instead of burst into dust? I'm sure it would be much more convenient for them."
can offer him 9 different shades of red nail polish if he wants. "No. Because when they feel like snacking on me, I wouldn't be able to kill time until the sun rises, only for them to die."
shrugs. "Oh it's not so bad. They inject a sort of paralyzing venom with their bite, makes it much easier going down," he hums. He had had a run in with a vampire once that didn't end in his
favour, not that he yearned to repeat it.
huffs. "I know that. Did you know they're going around boasting about how their venom is now an aphrodisiac?"
laughs at that. "Whoever told you that was dreaming. Either that, or an amazing inventor, and I need his number."
shakes her head. "I told him I could offer him something for a sample, and then he tried to eat me. So I'm pretty sure you're right."
laughs snarkily at that. "I wish he would've."
whacks him. "Well if he tries again, it's you that's going to feel it."
makes a sound of surprise at the whack, hand coming back to whack her in return. "Can't even let me have my damn fantasies, huh?"
smacks at his hand. "No! No I can't! I will make you have nightmares for the rest of your days."
flips her off. "Eternally pleasant then, I see. You've already stolen my powers, just let me keep my damn thoughts!"
Shaliza
will
cut off his fingers, even if it's pain for herself. "Not if they're thoughts about me dying!"
rolls his eyes. "You can't control my mind no matter how hard you try."
....knows someone who can, though. "If you say so."
would kill her, pain be damned. "You know, this is a pretty shitty apartment. It'd look better if the whole plac was just ask, I think."
*ash
glares at him. "And you would look better bald, but that's your head and you don't see me touching it."
turns to scowl at her. "You plucked one of my damn feathers out, I don't think you get the right to talk like you've done nothing wrong here."
Shaliza
gives
him a look. "How many more feathers do you have left?"
frowns at her, standing back up so that he stands taller again. "That fact is irrelevant. You stole a feather, you stole my powers, you stole my goddamned freedom. The fact I can still fly
doesn't matter when I can't fly out of your stupid little range."
Shaliza
thinks
he clings to things. "You can. Just not right away, even by tomorrow you'll be able to get a little farther away. The point wasn't to have a conjoined twin, you know. Not how it works."
Francis
is
105% certain those are things he's allowed to cling to. "How do you not understand? I don't fucking want to be tethered at all!" he hisses, slapping her across the face and relishing in the sting on his
own cheek in his anger.
jolts at that, and just...stares at him, before punching him in the middle of the face. She jerks back at the pain, eyes watering. Her nose kills, and she hopes that she's broken his.
gasps in shock, bringing his hands up to his nose and hissing in pain. He scowls from behind his hands, kicking her knees and aiming to make her crumple, despite the fact it would bring him down too.
yelps, making sure to drag him down with her. She shoves at him, smacking him right back across the face, despite her own cheek burning now.
whimpers at the smack, lunging at her and turning it into a right out brawl, trying to pin her down despite his blody nose.
can give as much as she gets, thrashing underneath him, and bringing a knee up to his stomach. She seems to have winded them both, from her lack of ability to breathe.
coughs violently at the sudden lack of breath from the knee, shoving her away and getting to his knees to try and recover. He calls her a whole slew of nasty French swears under his breath, glaring at her.
calls him a slew of insults right back, varying in more than just French.
glares at her, flibbing her off before gathering himself to go tend to his wounds in a sulk.
flipping*
just lays there on the floor, gasping for breath. When she's recovered, she plans to go get herself a drink.