BETA; full of lies and deceit

[analyzingly]

Who: Reza & Kamil
What: Payback's a confusing bitch.
When: After Reza survives her "fatal" mission.
Where: Kamil's house
Warnings: Blood, violence, language.
Rating: PG-13/R

He couldn't help but read the letter over again as he sat in his still car.  It happened several days ago, but it still baffled his mind.

Reza Blackwell.  The rebellious Knight with

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[disequlibration]

Ow. He hit hard and winced falling to her knees and hitting the floor. Reza scowled, she wouldn't... and then she paused where she was, using her place on the floor to hit his leg with her shoe.

It had been a messy, dirty fight. He was far stronger than her with his powers, but her powers worked perfectly well with these sort of fights. She'd pushed him as far as she could, choosing a few exposed parts to slam needles into it.

Still, his sword had given her a good long cut across her stomach and from that moment she had been on the defense until she was staring at him from the floor, arm twisted at a funny angle.

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He had thought about it, but threw the idea of being cautious out the window. There was no reason to go easy when he had no explanation for this whole fight in the first place.

He kept her arm at said funny angle, the look in his eyes intense with the intent to break her, to kill her if he had to. This wasn't funny at all. His other hand now held the sword from Black Order, his original one knocked away during the fight. If he had to, he was going to cut her again.

Who knows, maybe it'd be the finishing weapon.

"So, want to tell me why you attacked me without reason?"

[disequlibration]

Without reason? Reza looked disgusted at this sort of question and let out a growl, struggling against his hold. He could break her arm and kill her if he wanted.

"Without reason?"

She would've said something else but instead she just laughed. This was just...

[analyzingly]

And he just pressed the tip of the sword into her thigh, not appreciating the laugh.

"Going to talk, or shall I break your arm and then we can talk?"

[disequlibration]

Reza stopped laughing and smiled, "There's nothing to talk about, just get on with it."

"See, it would've been easier to do it to my face."

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"Do it"? Do what exactly, he wondered? Thoughts and speculations were starting to piece together.

That smile only aggravated him, and all he did was twist his wrist enough to send the sword into her thigh. "Stop being vague, Reza."

[disequlibration]

Pain, pain, pain- Reza let out a small pained sound. "Do it, Kamil." She only smiled more. "Or are you scared to kill me yourself?"

[analyzingly]

"I won't kill you until I get my answers. But I could stay here and torture you all I want." He could feel the two needles in his side, the one by his collarbone, and feel the deep scratch of the one that almost got embedded above his left eye. God, it burned, but he could fight it off.

The sword didn't go in deep, but it was enough to get the result he wanted before he pulled it out. He let his lips get close to hers, a smile on his lips, "Let's talk, Reza."

[disequlibration]

Part of her wanted to be surprised, but really he was a general of the black order, trusting him in the first place had been her mistake, her weakness and it was her fault things were like this now.

He brought his face close and she scowled. "Nothing to talk about."

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"Oh, there's much to talk about." More weight on her arm - enough to cause her even more pain, but not enough to break her arm.

"Don't make me regret killing you. I do enjoy your presence, Reza." The Black Order sword danced up her thigh and then her side. "Why are you doing this?"