Ciridia narrowed her eyes alittle and stood up.

"Touching an unwilling Lycan is gonna get your a** beat."

"I would see a Lycan take me down. I have fought my fair share of them, and as you can see, I'm not dead yet. Undead, but not dead."

Miv's eyes were sad.

"I was born like this."

"You don't know me very well."

Ciridia turned away.

"Correction. I know you not very well in this form. But I know you you well enough. And I don't mean to insult you, and I hope it never comes to this, but I believe that you would stand no chance against me in a fight."

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"Oh... well, that could be good as well, right? Cause I can tell you now, conversion's a pain... I didn't even know what I was doing until Rand came..."

Cirida grinned alittle. "I never said I would survive a fight with you. But I think you underestimate me, in more ways than one."

She looked at him over her shoulder.

"Underestimation is what got me killed, and reborn. I don't think I underestimate too many people any more. And what do you mean 'more ways than one' Lyca?"

Ciridia just smiled.

"That's my concern." She said and started walking off.

"But you'll find out. IF you follow."

(God, Shake Your Laffy Taffy is an addictive song. And it's effecting my posts XD)

D'Artigo's eyes narrowed. Of course, only one was visible, but it was a good indication of what the rest of him was doing. She thought she could play the boss now, did she? She'll see... he'd follow, but silently, and right behind her... very close behind her.

Sneaking silently through the undergrowth and matching her stride for stride, D'Artigo stayed within a few inches of Lyca. Not needing to breathe had it's perks when you were sneaking.

Cirida looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"What exactly are you doing? It's disturbing."

"You said follow. You never said how close."

Ciridia rolled her eyes.

"What do you plan to do, Mr. Vampire?"

"I plan to listen to what you said you would reveal to me if I followed you. Something about me underestimating you?"

Ciridia smiled and stopped.

"Rand." She cooed.

"Do you really think I am weak?"

"So you speak my name? Interesting."

"For your question, if you compare yourself to me, yes, I believe you weaker than I. As a stand alone fighter, you would be much more deadly than many of the fiercest human veterans. Does that answer you?"