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Still panting he watched her disrobe to reveal the full set of armor she had under those robes, it must be a very light material judging by the ease she could move in it, it was still tougher than the scouting gear he whore, it didn't even protect him from a nether ant sting. Catching his breath he realized finally felt the full extent of his injuries. He felt like if he was just trampled by a mob and the cut in his forearm wasn't going to heal itself. He would have to wait until he got to where they where going to and according to him it wouldn't be any longer.

He saw her smiling at him and sheathed his sword, her words made him pause for a second, it would have otherwise been an uninterrupted motion. There was something more to this, or was it just an opportunity she was capitalizing on?

He said nothing and followed her, stepping over his dead adversary. He felt that if there was something, it would be a good time to try and pry it out of her since she had started the topic. "Why would my life hold any value to you then?" He said bluntly trying to get answers out of her.