Her eyes widen for a moment in time. It’s as if she’s living in slow motion, witnessing as his vice grip finds its temporary homage against her neck. She knows his strength, but she’s also been trained for when issues such as this arise – ( after everything she’d been through ) – however, she’d never anticipated his soft touch to become so HARSH. Martial arts ( & self defense training ) keep her from being held captive for too long, sharp to raise her arm and remove the extension of his arm by swinging downward. With a gasp of air, however she struts backwards, leering at him as she’s NEVER glared before.

         “DO NOT fucking touch me! Ever again!” 

      _{He’d warned her about what he was capable of and what he’d do when the time came. He had told her time and time again that he was unstable – or maybe that was just in his mind. Not that it mattered now. All that did quite possibly matter was if she would come out of this alive.}

      _{Of course, his answer came shortly after his internal question; her moves were quick and unexpected. Something he should have foreseen, but he always forgot or maybe he didn’t care about what she did or had been through.} 

      _{Ky’s eyes narrowed, but not out of hatred ( even though that was one way it could be truthfully described ), nor anything specific like that. No, the demon was amused. More so due to how she reacted so quickly, and with-out any hesitation to speak of.}

     _{His hand went back down to his side as he took a step back. If he was thinking clearly, there would have been a string of apologizes running through his lips, but for now… there wasn’t.}

       _{Instead, he glared at her. “You should watch your tone, Less-” he started to say his usual when he got angry, but at the last moment, he cut himself off with a grunt. That way, all he had to do next was leave – he could fight this another time.}