[The assassin writhes beneath Rhus, and it takes Maeve precious seconds to extricate herself from her bedding. When she does, however, she aims a sharp kick at her assailant's ribs, not quite caring that her rescuer is in the way.
Well, she cares, but first thing's first: incapacitating the asshole who just tried to fucking murder her.]
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Well, she cares, but first thing's first: incapacitating the asshole who just tried to fucking murder her.]
Incoming.
[She's in her bare feet, but she doesn't care.]