Snippet #1843075

"Oh! Nice to meet you, Rhiannon! And yes- that may be Kenshi out there! He tends to get involved in those types of things, and I bet he's been out looking for me..." Tahra trailed off as she ran after Rhiannon.
Arriving at the scene, Tahra frowned. Why did Kenshi have to get involved in every little skirmish he found in town? It's like he thought himself some grand guardian protector or something. What was he really; a pretty boy with a sword?

"Oi!" Kenshi frowned as the girls that had suddenly appeared at the scene told the guards to release the captured girls. "Who asked you to get involved? I was controlling the situation just fine!" of course, the girls just walked off without a word.
"Pah! Women." he turned just in time to get a slap in the face from Tahra.
"Oi! What'd I do?" Kenshi flinched and rubbed his now-red cheek tenderly, glaring at his friend.

Tahra resisted the urge to rub her hand, which was stinging from slapping Kenshi. She'd hit him just hard enough to teach him a lesson, but her hand was sore like she'd just slapped a brick wall.

"What's your face made out of, Kenshi? Bricks?" Tahra gave in to the tingling in her hand and rubbed at it, glaring at Kenshi.