And now without the shield he was angry. For the first time Arya was able to see why the Hound had been named part of the Kingsguard, why he was Joffrey's sworn shield. And he was fast. And he was good. He overpowered Lord Beric quickly and just as Arya was screaming at the Lighting Lord to kill him, to just kill him , the Hound knocked the man down to his knees and swung at him from above.
His sword cut straight through the flaming sword and embedded itself in Lord Beric's chest. For a moment the leader of the Brotherhood remained kneeling and then he fell to the side. The men around her fell into a quick and stony silence. Thoros rushed to Lord Beric's side, throwing himself over his body and praying to the Lord of Light.
It was High Valyrian, she could not understand it though she was sure it was useless.
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Lord Beric was dead, just like Micah. She could feel the anger coursing through her veins as she grabbed Anguy's dagger and launched herself at the Hound. He was laying on the floor of the cave, he would be an easy kill. And perhaps it was justice for Micah for his murderer to be killed by a girl. And suddenly he was in front of her, catching around her middle and throwing her back, away from the Hound.
She screamed at him. How many days had they spent together? He knew how important her list was to her. He knew the Hound was on it. And yet he kept her from killing him. The only voice that should not have spoken. She stopped fighting against Gendry and she felt his grip on her go lax as they both turned their gaze on Lord Beric who was sitting up, wincing a bit in pain. They set him free. Lord Beric had made the excuse that the Lord of Light was not done with the Hound yet. But that was a lie. The entire trial by combat had been a lie. The Hound had murdered Micah and once again he got away with it.
Arya did not speak to anyone for the rest of the evening. She glared at them. And recited her list over and over and over. She stayed at the fire, glaring into the flames, cursing the stupid Lord of Light, and refused their attempts to feed her dinner. The men fell asleep around her until it was only Thoros, Lord Beric, and herself that seemed awake. She looked up at Thoros, glaring at him across the flames, "What are you going to do with me?
He'll make a contribution to our cause and then you can go. Thoros watched her, "Beric admired your father a great deal, you know," he told her, as if that would soothe her worries. So they wouldn't sell me to the Lannisters, for my father.
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She watched as Lord Beric sat down next to Thoros. He watched her with his one eye for a moment before he sighed, "You're angry with me," he told her. It wasn't a question. But letting him go was the right thing to do. And I have more reason than most to want him hanged.
There was no way that Lord Beric could have died six times. But she had seen him set his blade on fire with nothing but his blood, so what did she know about possible. He ran his fingers over the scar on his chest before they dropped to a scar on his belly. Then an ax to the side. Lord Beric turned back to her and smiled as he lifted the scrap of fabric used as a patch over his eye. His laughter came to a quick end though, "It's not getting any easier, you know? Arya glanced at Thoros, "Could you bring back a man without a head?
They both looked at her with sympathy shining in their eyes. She did not need their sympathy, she needed them to bring her father back. But she already knew that he was a good man. She did not need to hear it again. He's at rest now, somewhere. I would never wish my life upon him. She found Gendry the next morning as the men were preparing to leave the cave and head toward Riverrun.
He was hiding from her, his back turned toward the cave as he mended one of the men's armor. They'll kill you with your hammer in your hand. I served Lord Tywin at Harrenhal wondering every day if I'd get tortured or killed. The men in the North chose my brother she wanted to scream at him. She realized that she would not win him over. He had made up his mind. And he had hid from her so that he would not have to tell her himself. She turned away from him, she could feel tears prickling her eyes and the last thing she wanted was for him to see her cry. He waited until she had taken a step away from him before he said, "I've never had a family.
He smiled at her, almost ruefully, "Well you wouldn't be my family," he told her, "you'd be my Lady. And that was when she saw it. No matter what she said, no matter what she did. Gendry would never stay with her. Because even if she did not treat him like he was inferior, he believed it. The Red Woman met them on the second day of their ride toward Riverrun.
She spoke to Thoros in High Valyrian for a few minutes before he agreed to take her to see Lord Beric. Arya started to follow them, she did not trust the woman. But Thoros turned to look at her and smiled down softly, "I'm sorry, Little Lady," he told her. He left her with Anguy and Gendry as he and the red woman rode toward the back of the column where Beric was riding. They would not let her go with them.
But the Brotherhood would not ride without Thoros at the front. They had to wait. They waited for almost an hour. For almost an hour she had to stand there and listen to Gendry talk to Anguy about arrow heads and rejoice in his new position as member of the Brotherhood Without Banners instead of hostage. When she came back the Red Woman came with a cart that had been converted into a cage with wooden bars. Both men looked up at the woman and smiled. He fought against them, but they were bigger, taller, stronger. The soldier threw her off of him and into Anguy.
He was friends with Gendry, they had been talking about arrows. She could not understand why he would let them take Gendry. She moved away from Anguy to yell at Thoros and Lord Beric. He wants to be one of you. Why are you letting them take him? The woman looked at her for a long moment before she turned away from her and followed Gendry and his guards toward the cage.
His voice was quiet, he meant to soothe her as he had the night before when he told her not to think of herself as a hostage. And we cannot get weapons and horses and food without gold. The Red Woman moved closer to him, "You are more than they could ever be," she told him. You will make Kings rise and fall. As they shoved him into the cage she moved back to her horse to ready the saddle to ride again.
Arya pushed past Thoros so that she could approach her. The woman stared at her face for a moment before she reached out and grabbed her chin, "I see a darkness in you," she told Arya. Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes. Eyes you'll shut forever. We will meet again," she promised. As she let go of Arya's chin and turned back to her horse all Arya could think was that the witch's eyes were blue. It wasn't a question, it was a statement, an assumption.
And truth be told Lenora was angry, though not with him. She was angry with the weather. It was raining again, it had been raining since they left Riverrun three days before. She had spent the last two days cold and wet and on a horse. She was angry with Edmure for complaining. He was unhappy to have to marry a girl that he did not choose. He was jealous of Lord Bolton for having been given the choice of daughters while he , the Lord of Riverrun, had one mandated for him. And she understood more than most how upsetting it could be to be forced into a marriage that she had not chosen.
But instead of bearing his anger in silence as would have been expected and honorable. And she was angry at Lord Walder Frey for changing his terms after a deal had been struck. For daring to place orders on his king. For calling Robb's honor and honesty into question. But most of all she was angry that the man had used letters from her grandfather to threaten Robb into complying with these new terms. And yes, perhaps she was a bit angry with Robb. For not only agreeing with the new terms, but for agreeing to travel out to the Twins to attend the wedding. They had not attended Lord Bolton's quiet wedding to the fat Frey girl, and Roose Bolton was a much more useful, and perhaps loyal, bannerman than Walder Frey.
Lord Walder had taken half of his soldiers without asking for either permission or forgiveness from his King. He had, to some extent, consorted with her grandfather, the enemy. And he had threatened Robb into accepting new terms on a deal that had already been made. If Walder Frey had been her grandfather's man instead of Robb's and he had tried to pull this stunt Lenora knew what would have happened. Tywin would travel to the Twins as well, but it would not be for a wedding.
He would behead Walder Frey and bestow the Twins onto someone else. Instead Robb was rewarding the man with a very good marriage for his daughter, a new castle and lands, and the king's presence at the wedding. He serves himself, not you. And the moment my grandfather offers him terms that are more to his liking he will turn on you.
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When I could imprison her? Or kill her for his crimes? The bulk of the Lannister forces remain in King's Landing until after Joffrey's wedding. If they left today it would still be a moon's turn before they reached the Twins. But if he were to turn on you, you would march on him. He chose you because you're the bigger threat at the moment. But that might not always be the case. What's the loss of one daughter when he has so many more? Perhaps he'd even be thankful for it. One less mouth he would have to feed. He was watching her, she could feel his blue eyes on her.
He thought her cold for expecting so little from Walder Frey. Well, cold she may be, but she thought he was a fool for thinking so much of the man. It was clear that Robb did not like Walder Frey, but he seemed to think more of the man's sense of duty and loyalty than she did.
Very few people have a kind word to say about my mother. But the one thing everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows is that Cersei Lannister loves her children. She loves me, I'd dare say she loves me more than Lord Walder loves any of his children. Perhaps even more than Walder Frey loves his own skin. And you had me. Her actions could have a profound affect on my wellbeing. If you had been any other man I could have been killed. But did that stop her from allowing Joffrey to cut off your father's head? Did that stop her from declaring war on you?
Did that stop my grandfather and my uncle from fighting you in battle? She had made her point and she had made it well. She sighed, finally turning to look at the man riding beside her. He would have him killed just for the doubt of it. Her voice was quiet and flat. And that's the shame of this whole business.
My father kept his word. My father was honorable. My father did his duty. And that is what a king should do. How can I ask my men, my country, to follow me into battle if they cannot trust that I will do the right thing after the war is over? He thinks that I broke it, or that I'm dragging my feet on the matter. I mean to show him that I have not and will not break the faith. And he still broke his word. He took back his men and allowed my grandfather's offers to turn his head, at least a little. You do not owe him anything.
But a liege lord, a King may not. She knew it would hurt him to hear it, but she needed him to hear her, to listen to what she had to say and understand where she came from. And he died for it. Do you know who survives this world? The dishonorable, the liars, the men who give their word and break it.
The men without scruples. The men who see duty as an ever changing thing. The Walder Freys of the world. The Tywin Lannisters of the world. The honorable Starks are dying. That made him chuckle, though it was not his usual laugh full of joy and light. This one was dark and humorless. But it did not take you long to decide that you loved me. To be happy with me. Has that changed with Lord Walder's new terms?
Lenora sighed, "I do love you," she told him. It will never change. I don't know if I know how to unlove you, even if I wanted to. And it is because I love you that I must tell you the harsh realities of the world. And one of those realities is that I think you are making a terrible mistake trusting Lord Walder. I don't know when, I don't know how, but I know he will betray you. I can feel it. This time when he laughed it was a bit closer to his usual sound. Her assurances that she loved him had done their job.
He would not listen to her, but at least he was not angry with her for speaking her mind. Shall we leave if the wolf growls? Lenora glared at him, though there was little heat to it. I wish you would , she thought. She sighed and shook her head as she looked away from him. I believe that you will make a great King. That you will treat your subjects with honor and respect, two things they do not get from my brother. Two things they did not get from my father, or the Mad King before him. I believe that you will make the Seven Kingdoms a better place.
Lenora shook her head, "I believe that if you continue acting like an honorable Stark you will never see the end of this war. I believe that if you keep believing that every man has your father's sense of honor and duty you will never be able to do all the good you plan for these kingdoms.
I believe that men like Walder Frey have survived a lot longer than you have, and they will continue to survive long after you're gone. I think this war is the most worthy cause, but I think you will lose it if you continue to carry the assumption that all men think as you do. That all men think and act as your father did. Robb's face softened as he watched her. Because you are a survivor.
You got it from your mother's blood. You will keep going and you will be just as strong without me as you are now. Perhaps stronger, as you will have lost your fear of losing me. Lenora felt tears filling her eyes and she quickly blinked them away. The last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of him. She wanted to be the strong woman he described, she wanted to believe it as he did. He sighed, a soft smile resting on his lips, "All this worry is for naught," he told her. He had bathed with her. He had told her the story of his nickname, the story he had told no one save Lenora.
She had saved him when he passed out and had practically carried him to Roose Bolton's tower where they were to have supper with the Leech Lord. If Jaime was able to think of anything besides his missing hand he would have been ashamed to admit how much he had needed to rely on the wench that evening.
But all he could think about was his missing hand. And all the things he could no longer do with it. He could not fight with a sword, he could not dress himself, for the sake of the Seven he could not even cut his own damn meat. He was struggling with it now, as Lord Bolton finally decided to speak with them.
Jaime snorted appropriate would not be the word he would use to describe the dress. It was pink satin with Myrish lace. And had obviously been cut for a very differently proportioned woman. A woman with slimmer arms and shorter legs, and much bigger breasts. Pink was not the wench's color. All in all the dress made her look more ridiculous than usual. Though it was a gown, and she was a woman - he had seen her cunt to prove it - so as far as Roose Bolton and his men were concerned, perhaps it was appropriate. The wench shot him a glare at his snort before she answered Lord Bolton, "Yes," she agreed with him.
Lord Bolton smiled, though Jaime misliked it, he did not trust the smile. He turned to lower his pale-eyed gaze on Jaime, "You are a perilous prize, Ser," he informed him. Even here, in my happy house of Harrenhal. Do you know, Edmure Tully has offered a thousand golden dragons for your recapture? As if he were in on some joke that Jaime and Brienne were not. Of course, there is Lord Karstark's offer to consider as well.
He promises the hand of his daughter to the man who brings him your head. Jaime watched the man for a moment, trying to figure out if he was jesting. Lord Bolton looked at him for a long moment and then he mused, "Perhaps I ought to make a wedding gift of you to Edmure Tully. His knife was dull, he was sure that was the problem. Lannister enmity means little to Bolton. They were playing the game now, both he and Lord Bolton knew it. He wondered if Brienne knew too. He did not look at her to see. Again with that smile. An exchange for her daughters.
You must free us to continue on our way. King Robb is holding his mother as his prisoner. If she were not his mother he would have had her hanged for treason," Lord Bolton told her. She brought herself back to reality in time to hear her friend muttering the man's name to herself She'd have to remember to research this "Genma Saotome" herself later to see what she could find out about him before turning back to the man to continue her "interrogation". You know of him, correct? At this point several things ran through his mind as it tried valiantly to come to some sort of logical reason he was being hoisted off of his feet by one of the city's premier defenders.
The first thought was that Genma had upset the girl in some way; not surprising really, Genma upset a lot of people, it was one of the few talents he had completely passed on to his son. The second was that Genma ran in fear quite quickly from said girl, something that usually occurred only when he was faced with a situation of his own making in which he had made certain obligations he had no intention of living up to.
The third observation he made, and the one that brought it all together, was that the girl seemed rather interested in Genma's son. All these thought led to a single conclusion which, in his twisted way of thinking, made perfect sense and led him to burst out with one of his usual lines. So, his name is Ranma" This was not quite the results he had expected when he had formulated the argument in his mind. She wasn't reacting in any way as he had planned for.
Don't Ranma's fiancees normally argue and yell and hit people when someone contested their right to marry Ranma. While he could have done without the hitting part, the rest would have at least been somewhat reassuring in that he'd know he was on the right track with his assumptions, now he wasn't quite so sure.
She didn't even seem to notice anything after he had stated the boy's name, and the way she had repeated it sent shivers down his spine. Her voice had been so cold, not dead but like a cold fire burning in hatred. Again he wondered what had happened to cause animosity such as this. Again Ami worried for her friend. She had never heard a tone like that come from the blonde's mouth. Normally she was very emotional about all subjects, but the way she said the boy's name, it sent chills up her back and made her very sorry for this "Ranma" whenever Minako caught up with him.
The girl in question seemed to shake herself out of the daze she had entered upon hearing her target's name and focussed back upon the man in front of and slightly above her. Ranma, would you happen to know where he lives? Soun was a bit sentimental for a moment as the look brought back memories of when his daughters had used such looks on his. These days Kasumi never really asked for anything, Akane just got angry if he didn't do something and Nabiki For a moment the sheer cuteness of the look almost got to him faster than the fear he held for her had.
His family always came first however and his protectiveness of his family was enough to shake him from his stupor. They had watched the man turn into a quivering mass, willing to answer any question with just a look from Venus, and now the man had a look of fierce determination that would not be denied.
Minako started a bit at the sudden change in the man's attitude, but quickly regained her composure and brought her glare to bare on the man once more. He gulped a bit under the look but held his ground, something difficult to do in his position six inches above it. Finally Venus relented slightly, impressed despite herself that Soun had stood up to her thus when his friend would have been groveling at this point and had several times in the past before He Ranma bailed him out. In respect for his new found courage, she lowered him back down so that his feet once more rested completely on the ground, but didn't release her hold on his dogi top.
She was sure that she could find Ranma's location on her own with a little help from Ami anyway now that she had a full name for him, but that would take time and having him so close had made her somewhat impatient to finish what they had begun so long ago. It wasn't easy to admit that he was afraid of a girl who was only the age of his youngest daughter, but the level of power he could sense from her and the girls with her was rather significant. Even to his admittedly weakened senses lack of recent training tends to do that they glowed like virtual bonfires, putting even heavy hitters like Ranma to shame in shear power.
However, he knew that his family couldn't afford any more people tearing their home apart, so he did what he had to do. If you wish to challenge Ranma, please do it elsewhere besides my house. Not at the thought of there being so many people out to get Ranma, someone as mean-spirited as he was would attract plenty of people carrying grudges, no she was shocked that someone who could act so forceful and seem so honourable could have a place for scoundrels such as Ranma and his pig of a father.
He seemed sincere in not minding her attacking Ranma though, so she respected his wishes and didn't press further for information of Soun's home. Instead she turned her attention back to how she could find her wayward target. Soun was happy enough to tell her that Ranma attended Furinkan High School he was feeling a lot better about the girl now that she wasn't choking him for not answering and wish her luck in her pursuit of him, so long as she was only looking to challenge him.
Seeing that she no longer seemed intent on him, Soun decided that that was his time to make a discreet exit, turning and hastily, though not quickly enough to seem like he was fleeing, heading toward the exit. As soon as he rounded the exited the park gate and rounded the corner, he allowed himself to fall to his knees and do what his pride, meager as it was, had refused to let him do in front of the Senshi: Minako let him go, having already obtained all the information she needed from him, and was already lost in thoughts of revenge on a certain pony-tailed boy.
Images of her standing over him while he begged her for mercy flashed through her head and she began laughing maniacally to herself. Behind her, the rest of the Senshi watched uncomfortably as one of their number appeared to fall into madness and wondered what had just occurred. Well, they stood there until Ami noticed that they only had five minutes to get back to class, at which point they were forced to shake Minako out of her rather demented day dreams Makoto was elected to approach her as they were all still slightly freaked out by her behaviour.
As they ran back towards to school, Rei breaking off part way, as her school was in another direction, Makoto finally decided to break the ice and ask the question on all of their minds. She really didn't like not knowing what was going on, especially when her friends were involved. Makoto had grown up alone, her parents having died when she was very young, and as such she valued her friends very highly.
She was thus very protective of them. Right now, something was seriously wrong with Minako, that much was easy to determine from her reaction to the first man and her subsequent treatment of the other, and she hated not knowing the cause. So, if she was a little short with Minako, that was just her worry and frustration coming to the surface. She then noticed that her three friends were staring at her rather hard and realized that they were probably wondering about her behaviour.
She had to admit that Ranma and his father seemed to bring out the worst in her, though she attributed this to them both being low-lives that the world would be better off without. Looking around at her friends, she really didn't want to have this conversation right now so, with a heavy sigh, she promised that she would tell them all about it after school, on their way to Nerima. This caught them all by surprise, but they let it go seeing as she had promised to fill them in.
They would just have to wait a little while. It was going to be a long day. He was truly looking forward to getting out of class and away from some of the people in his life, particularly Akane and Nabiki. Nabiki hadn't been so bad, since she had a different classroom than Ranma, but he knew that would change as soon as she was able to corner him. He had only barely escaped her at lunch. Akane on the other hand sat in the desk right next to his and had been insufferable all day. Not only was she still angry at him for putting down her idols, the Sailor Senshi, she was also upset that he seemed to have a relationship of some sort with yet another girl.
All in all, it led to a day of her either glaring at him hatefully or ignoring him all together and he wasn't looking forward to whatever conversation they would have when she finally managed to get ahold of him for a moment. Quickly getting up from his desk, Ranma headed for the window Akane being between him and the door and leapt for it, hoping he'd be able to lose any pursuers that way. Just as he believed he was in luck, however, he landed and, turning to face the gate for a quick getaway, had to stop short to avoid running Nabiki over.
Sighing to himself, he decided there was no point in avoiding the conversation any more and got to the point quickly. He only hoped he could convince her to leave Akane out of their little soiree since he really didn't feel like dealing with any strange conclusions she could draw right now.
However, as you seem to have finally come to your senses, and I can tell that this is going to be an interesting story, I'll let you get away with it this time. Knowing that Big, Bad, All-Powerful Ranma worried about her reactions to things always gave her a rather substantial ego boast and this time was no different. However she put off thoughts like those for the more immediate concern of getting then away from her volatile little sister so that she could get the whole story out of him.
I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure that you won't have much time to talk if she's around. Even if it meant telling her what was going on, at least he didn't have to deal with any jealous fiancees. Your treat of course. They turned and quickly exited the school grounds then, making it around the corner just as Akane burst out of the front doors and consequently managing to lose her as she incorrectly guessed their destination to be the Dojo.
They had waited the entire afternoon, some more patiently then others, for an explanation and were eager to hear what Minako had to say. They held their collective tongues however, as she seemed to be deep in thought, and waited for her to begin. It was, afterall, Minako's story and they couldn't verywell force it out of her. No matter how much Makoto wanted to.
After a few minutes of walking in silence, meeting up with Rei shortly, Makoto finally reached the end of her patience. Waiting through class was unavoidable, but now, with Minako right there, she really wanted to know what was going on. From the way she had reacted to the man in the park, Makoto half expected this to be some sort of enemy that Minako had met during her Sailor V days that was coming back to haunt her now and if it was she wanted to be ready for it.
Sailor Senshi stuck together afterall. Before she had a chance to voice her thoughts, however, Rei managed to beat her to the punch.
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This looked something that really bothered Minako and she wanted to know what it was so that she could help. Though Makoto was sure she was trying to ask Minako in a kind and understanding voice, Rei managed to make the question into a demand for answers none the less. At least, if nothing else, it did seem to get Minako's attention away from whatever internal brooding that she was experiencing.
Minako looked around at her friends as they reached the bus stop and awaited its arrival. Looking around to make sure that they were alone Minako sighed before glancing at her friends once more and beginning her tale. I probably freaked some of you out a bit. I'd only been at it for about a month when I first met Him. The way Minako said the word, you could practically feel the hatred and resentment in the word, but at the same time a certain amount of respect had to be present in order for her to speak of this person with the sort of reverence implied by the use of such a formal 'Him', even if it was only the grudging respect awarded to a particularly strong opponent.
Most of them thought that this 'Him' was probably the man who had originally set off Minako's wraith, this Genma fellow, although at least Ami thought back to the way all of Minako's questions seemed rather to revolve around the man's son, rather than the man himself. Now Makoto knew that her friend obviously didn't like whoever this boy way, but she figured that it might help lighten the mood a bit if they discussed to boy's looks a bit.
Then perhaps Minako would be a bit less moody for the rest of the story. Discussing cute guys was, afterall, one of Minako's favorite hobbies. If anything, however, her mood seemed to darken a bit as she got a far away look in her eyes. Long black hair, deep blues eyes, a great build and enough grace to make a dancer cry," Now she had all the girls' deepest attention. Afterall, Minako had just described a guy that would normally have her head in the clouds and she seemed to be projecting even more malice instead.
He made a game of making my life miserable at every turn. She knew that her friend had a tendency to be overly dramatic, but not usually in such a dark, spiteful way. She tended to be more high-spirited and flighty than that. It was late and I was just finishing my rounds are Sailor V when I saw someone sneaking out the window of a local church They were sitting in a small booth in a fairly well decorated restaurant whose decor obviously was meant to convey the message that you were in India and surprisingly conveyed it rather well.
The waiter had just left with their orders, which, Ranma was thankful, were less costly then he believed they would be. It seemed Nabiki did have some appreciation for his financial situation afterall. Well, either that or she knew that he'd just have to borrow money from her to pay if they ordered anything more expensive. Reflecting, Ranma decided that the later was far more likely than the former seeing as, as much as Nabiki was not the money-grubbing mercenary that most made her out to be, she was still pretty quick to spend other people's money if they offered.
Afterall, he was only talking about a friend of his from when he was younger. Do you actually know Sailor V personally? Not just seen her on TV, or watched one of her fights, but actually know her to the point where she would recognize you.
The only ones I have are friends from when I was younger: U-chan, V-chan, and Ka-chan. One problem at a time. Pop and I had traveled to England in order to train with an old master Pop had before he trained under Happosai. She had always been under the impression that China was as far as the two had ever gone. I guess when Pop learned from him he lived in Osaka, but he had moved since.
It was one of the few times Pop actually sprung for plane tickets somewhere. I guess the idea of walking to England appealed to him about as much as it did me. Thanking him and then taking a sip, Ranma waited until he had left again before continuing his story.
While I was setting up the camp, Pop said he was going to pick up supplies. Frankly that should have tipped me off a bit since I knew we had everything we'd need for a while, but it was late and it took me a bit longer than usual to become suspicious of where he was. The first places I checked, of course were the places he had paid closer attention to on our way in since he always does that to look for possible hits. I know your dad's a bit of a con man, but you make him sound like a professional thief or something.
He wasn't really that bad, was he? She had always known he was a degenerate, but she'd never believed he was a real thief. Ranma's laugh brought her back from her contemplation. How did you think he kept us supplied all those years? Do you really think he would have stopped my training long enough to get a job?
I never liked how he did things, but I don't really hold it against him.
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He was just keeping us fed afterall. He could steal the cash out of a man's hand without him noticing if he wanted. Unfortunately he'd usually do something stupid, or someone would get lucky and see him and we'd have to move. He had just finished robbing a local church when You get used to it after a while.
This time, when he was just climbing out the window into an alley he ran into Sailor V. I guess he didn't take her seriously, because she managed to catch him off guard with one of her magic blasts and take him down. That's how I found them, so I, of course, jumped to his rescue. Not only did it blow the whole 'Ranma never fights girls' thing out of the water, he also did it to help his dad, someone he barely respects.
She was going to need to totally rethink her opinion of Ranma after this.
Ranma didn't even think before answering. Besides, why would I want to give up prime gloating material like that? Of course, I had her outclassed right off, but she fought really well and though she didn't seem to have much training, she had enough speed, strength and experience to make up for it. It was impressive to see how long she managed to keep her cool no matter what taunts I threw at her. Like you do with Akane?
I always do, you know that. It's part of Anything Goes, to make the enemy to angry to think straight and fight properly. She always seemed pretty eager to fight me, but I guess that you don't come across challenges like me very often. I always fought her to the best of my ability of course, though I would make sure the fights kept going until I managed to get her to lose her cool. It was always fun to see how long she would last. You would meet up with her every once in a while, throw insults at her until she got sloppy with rage and then beat her up?
And you wonder why she kept attacking you? Now that she thought about it, this was actually a remarkably similar situation to what had happened between him and Ryoga. In fact, if Sailor V had any qualities in common with Ryoga, Ranma would be lucky if she didn't still hold a grudge against him.