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San lets his eyes go out of focus, carefull not to move too much, he looks around the room.

Noticing an Iekka-in-a-chair shaped darker patch, he utters some words under his breath, and a flash of brilliant white lightning appears just in front of the chair.

She leaned her head on her hand, propped up by the chairs arm with a satisfied smile grazing her lips, looking into his eyes softly.

"Hello there." Her voice rang out like silk.

He raises his other brow

"Hello." He replies

Now is good Damien....now is really good.....


San thinks to himself as he looks at Iekka

......great, killed by my own apprentice....what a way to die....I'm glad she finds it humorous, though.

'I work for him, thats why... I have to be tolerant to an extent, let him think I will bend over to his words, gain his trust, then use him if needed. Though I dont think San is one who I can easily bend to my wishes... if he gets out of hand I can dispose of him.' Iekka looks back at San as she thinks over her last thought. 'Dispose of him...'

"Just to recap on this situation love... you... bit me..." She said softly. "Now, what are we going to do about that?"

"Sleep?" San smirks at his own bravado

"Ugh... you sleep more than you do usefull things, love, its the middle of the day. Would you like some more shut-eye? Im sure you dont get enough as it is." Iekka raised her head and leaned back in the chair, looking at him from over her nose.

"Was that a death threat hun?"

"I dont threat, I do." She shut her eyes.

"Really?" Sans smirk grew dark, and his eyes took a serious tone "I dare you."

Her eyes opened slowly to look at him as she lowered her head.

'Crap... if I tread wrong here... it could be the end of me...' She held his gaze.

"You dare me? To what? To kill you?" She asked softly, as if that the statement didnt bother her in the slightest.

"Sure, go ahead dear, try your worst."

"Now tell me, love, what are my grounds on taking your life?" Iekka leaned back calmly, though her heart was now racing, her face showing no sign of the stress beating through her. "I have no intentions to kill anyone as of now."

"Good." He sits up and looks at her

San leans off the bed towards her, and bites her least wounded shoulder, hard.

Iekka grabs the back of San's head, running her finger through his hair and clamping on, a cringe of pain shot across her face as a wound on her right arm ripped open as she pulled his head back, drawing a small dagger from her leather gauntlet and placing it to his neck.

"Or maybe I do have a reason..." She hissed.

San throws her and the chair back into the wall with a quick spell, and licks her blood from his lips

"Will it take me killing you to realise you cant win?"

Iekka held back a cry of pain as she felt almost every wound on her body split open once more, she looked back at him through a squinted eye, and placed her hand over her shoulder feeling the fresh blood drizzle out from his bite. She picked herself up, looking at him darkly before starting for his door.

"I'm going for a walk..." She mumbled.

"Enjoy yourself."

Iekka found herself a clearing in the woods and sat down at a trunk of a tree just at the edge of it, the thick lush grass occationaly splattered with patches of yellow brushing up against her legs. She sighed looking at the sun bathed field, watching the occational bird flutter through the branches, or a squirrl scamper up through the branches of a tree.

'Okay... I need to relax...' She thought leaning her head back against the trees trunk and shutting her eyes. She took in a deep breath as she started to hum a tune softly then without realizing it she started to sing:

"Anírach únad
Egor gurth hen
Han cenin vi chen lín
Egor ú-erin le devi
Tellin men achae
Brennin men anann
Rago! Ú-erich leithio,
Ú-erich o nin gwanno." Her voice softly rang out through the woods as she repeated the song once more, and letting herself drift into a state of calm that covered her previous stress from her 'encounter' with Sean-san and his actions.

Song Translation:
//Elven - English//
You want nothing more
Than this death.
I see it in your eye.
But I cannot let you
We have come too far
We have held on too long.
Reach! You cannot let go,
You cannot leave me.
Song taken from The Lord Of The Rings

Walking the woods silently, the grey cloaked elf hears the melody. Without producing any noise, he approaches the place, seeing a woman sitting on the ground. He silently steps closer from behind, manages to avoid stepping on any dry branch - or if, the wood does not break - and waits at apolite distance, watching the person from behind.
After looking around a bit, seemingly listening to the tune, he focuses the figure, who bears several smaller wounds and some bandages - obviously a halfblood.

Iekka sighs as she pulls herself to her feet, drawing her scimitar and using it as a brace to ger her up, then spining it once in her left hand before passing it to her right to see if she could hold anything as of yet. The blade dropped to the ground as she cringed and bent over, picking up the blade with her left hand and sheathing it again.

"Oh... I would have killed someone for this... if that someone I didnt work for..." She muttered bitterly as she started to head into the woods, a tingling sensation shot through her spine and she stopped.

"Who is there?" She asked softly, not moving from where she stood and placing her hand back over the hilt of her scimitar, drawing it enough to see its silver blade sparkle in the sun.

Damien steps forward, watching the person - seemingly astonished that he was seen that late.
The quite tall elf wears a grey cloak and a comfortable leather armor underneath. He slightly raises an eyebrow, seemingly waiting for the half-elf to talk.

Iekka turned slowly to face the elf who stepped from the woods, not taking her hands from her blade.

"Greetings my brother." She said softly speaking in respect towards him as she did towards other elves from her land.

Damien slightly bows in return.
"I guess, Half-brother, to be correct."