08-29-2014, 10:51 AM
The man approached and Aria did not like the way he felt. He wanted to fight. Aria swallowed, she wished for her sword or her gun. The pointy sticks that held her hair in the bun would do in a pinch, but she didn't really want to, didn't want to show Lucas that side of her, not in the least. It was bad enough he knew she had a dark side. It was their sole purpose of meeting, but it didn't mean Aria wanted him to see it.
But the drunk didn't go for her, he was warning her to get out of the way. That wasn't going to happen. Lucas held his own. He did more than that. Aria watched in awe. Not that she hadn't expected him to lose or anything, but the way he moved, it wasn't the way someone fought when they were just defending themselves. It was training and instinct. Aria bit her lip as she watched. The drunk was too drunk to be much of a match for Lucas, but it gave Aria a better understanding.
It was over before Aria really reacted, she was too fascinated by the new perception of Lucas. She smiled at him when he turned towards her. "Well....ok then. Didn't expect that to happen. We can get out of here if you want."
Aria nodded. "We want to call someone to help him? It's kinda cold out."
She looked up at him and wrapped her left arm around Lucas' waist and cringed at the pain from her shoulder - stupid move. Too much violence and pain for the day. The drunkard had not really felt much, he was too drunk everything was just a hazy mess. Aria didn't like feeling that way. Aria took Lucas' hand and lifted it so see in the dim light. She doubted he got hurt, but there was still blood, probably not his own. "Should probably get you cleaned up too."
Aria wasn't exactly sure who's place was closer. Aria didn't actually know where Lucas' lived anyway. His shop wasn't far from her apartment, but that meant little really, in a city so big.
But the drunk didn't go for her, he was warning her to get out of the way. That wasn't going to happen. Lucas held his own. He did more than that. Aria watched in awe. Not that she hadn't expected him to lose or anything, but the way he moved, it wasn't the way someone fought when they were just defending themselves. It was training and instinct. Aria bit her lip as she watched. The drunk was too drunk to be much of a match for Lucas, but it gave Aria a better understanding.
It was over before Aria really reacted, she was too fascinated by the new perception of Lucas. She smiled at him when he turned towards her. "Well....ok then. Didn't expect that to happen. We can get out of here if you want."
Aria nodded. "We want to call someone to help him? It's kinda cold out."
She looked up at him and wrapped her left arm around Lucas' waist and cringed at the pain from her shoulder - stupid move. Too much violence and pain for the day. The drunkard had not really felt much, he was too drunk everything was just a hazy mess. Aria didn't like feeling that way. Aria took Lucas' hand and lifted it so see in the dim light. She doubted he got hurt, but there was still blood, probably not his own. "Should probably get you cleaned up too."
Aria wasn't exactly sure who's place was closer. Aria didn't actually know where Lucas' lived anyway. His shop wasn't far from her apartment, but that meant little really, in a city so big.