Tyger awlked through the gates and looked around her as they slammed shut behind her. Fellow slaves and captives were either pacing in despair, sparring with partners or simply waiting to die. Her eyes spotted out Ryan and she felt her anger and rage simmer deep inside her soul. Without thinking and without caring she stormed over to him.
Pushing her wayt through the crowd she stopped behind him and grabbed his shoulder, whizzing him around. His dark eyes looked at her without caring, without shock or fear. It was enough to make her sick.
"You." She hissed. "I have waited so many years to kill you." Ryan simply nodded softly and then looked back up at her.
"I have waited so many years to be killed." he answered. Tyger's angry face started to look confuse but she refused to let him see it.
"When I fight you in the arena I will tear you apart."She growled, her eyes glowing to accentuate her threat.
"Not if I kill you first." Ryan said softly. Tyger sneered at him.
"ANd how about I take you out right now?" She warned. Ryan took two steps closer to her and looked down at her. Tyger angled her head back so she could glare into his dark eyes and in them she saw pain, heartache and sufferage. Perhaps worse then what she had ever endured. Pushing away the empathy forming within her cold heart.
"Do it." Ryan said flatly. "Otherwise get out of my face." Tyger unsheathed her dirk and pointed at him with its bloodied tip before saying...
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