Makes Me Wonder
Knowing your target finds you attractive is a step in the right direction, Mae. Always keep your attention on them and never glance down or away from them. That will just pull their focus on your breasts which will, in hindsight, make them see your dagger about to kill them.
That was what Mother used to say. Her advice has never been proven wrong.
And it works especially well on assassins like Arainai.
I sense the dagger before he comes from behind me. My boot collides with his blade and gives me lift off for my flip. He hid his astonishment well enough, but clearly not expecting me to know he's there. I whip Duncan's dagger out of its sheath and swing it toward his throat. He manages to duck away from my blade and rolls away in the grass.
"You Crows are terrible assassins, Arainai. You're the best they have to offer? Ha!" My playful teasing gets him in a laughing fit.
"Terrible! Says some Alienage beggar!" His dig goes unnotice as he jumps to his feet with his Crow dagger aim at me. I stare down the blade as he hurls it. My leg swings back with enough force to bring me to my knees. His dagger sinks itself in the tree trunk behind me.
It's a stupid mistake to watch it.
Arainai takes his chance and rushes me, and I close my eyes for the impact he 's about to make. All he does is clip his blade on my hair tie. My black hair flies down and the tips tickle my shoulders. His face wears a smile that is bad and amuse. It's a bit of a turn on.
"My hair tie? Really?" Mocking seems to be Arainai's undoing. His face becomes hard with his smile still on it. That's when I notice the glass vial that he tosses. I roll swiftly five feet to the left to avoid the acid flask that throws up a toxic cloud. Arainai goes for his dagger while I shield my eyes from the mist. I hear the blade slide out of the tree but the acid cloud is still fogging up my line of sight. I hear his ghostly laughter echo throughout the forest around us. Damn that acid!
The sound of a dagger slicing through the air is the signal for me to move. I roll back into the cloud, feeling the burn as it touches my arms and shoulders. I get out of there quickly and try to recognize my surroundings. I spot the tree that was the sheath for Arainai's dagger moments ago, and the faint light from the north at the Camp. The lingering dew from the mist is really starting to burn and I'm sure that my blue eyes were going to melt out of my head if I didn't get Wynne.
"Come now, Warden. Don't tell me you're giving up." Looking at Arainai across from me on one knee with the dagger laying coyly at his lips fills me with an unknown want. My body moves, or leaps, for a better word. I'm on top of Arainai and pinning him with my weight, his coy grin still firmly planted on those lips.
"Ha, so this was your intention for a quick sparring match! Mind you, a massage would has been less work!" I roll my eyes as I tuck hair behind my ear.
"You and I know that Acid Flask was uncalled for, Arainai." It's his turn to roll his eyes.
"My dear Minx, it's not much of a spar if you continue to evade my attacks." That threw me off balance.
"That's the point! I need to be able to dodge a Crow-" Suddenly, I'm the one whose pin down with the assassin on top. With a dagger in his hands. Figures.
"I am so going to kill you." I muse. His chuckles shook his body, sending a nice tingle in the pit of my stomach. Bastard.
"Awfully cocky for someone who has a dagger at the throat." He laughs. Smiling my signature cocky grin, I drag the tip of my dagger across his spine. His laugh becomes throaty as he leans down to my ear. His breath sends shivers throughout my spine and belly.
"Would you use it, Maeve?" He asks before nibbling on my earlobe. I want to kiss him. Maker knows I want to kiss him, but my pride demands different things.
Half-reluctant, I shove him off. His chuckle is now of mirth as I regain my footing and offer my hand. He shrugs and takes my offer, standing much to close as he comes up.
Self-Control (or lack of) and Pride waged war. Pride won. Damn it.
"I could have won, you know." Zevran says.
"Don't worry. I'll kick your ass every time." I answer.