'No no. Lex, we'll sit and talk about this when emotions aren't quite as high as they are now." Aimee said kindly.

"All right?" She asked, a soft smile to her voice.

"And on a different note... what do you think you want for dinner?" She asked

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Aimee, meanwhile, was grabbing a few things from some shelves in a shop. After she had grabbed what she wanted, and paid for them, she left the shop and looked around, shielding her eyes from the sun that was setting and aimed rightg into her face as a result.

With a soft smile, she put some earbuds into her ears, hit play on her phone to have some music playing, and headed off, walking home. She knew it would take a bit, about half an hour, but she wasn't opposed to it.

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Aimee hadn't a chance to fight him off, before she'd been pulled into the alley. Her phone, which had been in her hand at the time, clattered to the pavement she'd been walking in, left forgotten.

They'd gotten a decent bit in - but that was primarily because he was surprisingly speedy - before she bit his hand, hard. When she could taste the blood, although it tastes as one might thing oxidising copper would taste.

As he pulled his hand away in pain, she spat the blood out of her mouth before slamming her elbow into his torso , hoping to nail his sternum

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That pain that she felt was enough to freeze her in her movement for a fraction of a second. She then took a few quick, hurried, steps away from him, toward the mouth of the alley. She wanted to run off.

But she failed.

She felt whatever she'd been dosed with spreading, and it brought her to her knees easily, and quickly. She couldn't even feel below her knee quickly enough that it was both alarming, and something that would seriously get in the way of her getting away from the fucker.

Without hesitating, she slammed her hand onto one of the shards of glass that were littering the ground, drawing blood as she sliced her hand up pretty drastically. Once that was done, before she could properly react, she used her blood to start a rune, something that would act as a transportation mana, and offer some protection against whomever, or whatever, was attacking her.

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Aimee flinched, but she didn't cry out. She refused to give him that satisfaction. Instead, she just looked up at him, a snarl on her face.

"You do realise that you've done nothing for my mana, right?" She asked as she grabbed his ankle, and started to channel her pure necromatic mana into his, hoping it would get him off of her hand at the very least. She wasn't entirely sure the damage, but she could tell that there was broken skin from the pavement and glass beneath it, and possibly on top from his boot.

She wasn't sure if anything was broken, but it hurt enough to be a possibiilty.

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Aimee didn't say anything before just spitting in his face. By this point, by this point she was going to die regardless, might as well not lose her dignity. She'd go down fighting. There was no way that she was going to let him win easily.

"Fuck you." She snarled.

... the hell is going to happen next...? She wondered, but didn't let her face show any of her thoughts as she wrenched her chin out of his grasp.

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When Aimee was dropped, she landed on her hands and knees, trembling slightly. She looked up, saw who had arrived, and was extremely relieved. She was barely holding onto her sanity for the moment, and hoped that it wouldn't be something that would be permanent.

"Y-... Yuri..." She said quietly, her voice barely there. He could see the almost invisible crimson sheen around her, soaking into her. He could almost see the effects as well, even if he couldn't entirely identify them for the moment, as he could see her gaze bcoming more vacant, her pose becoming more lax. Somehow,s he was holding herself up still, though.

He would deal with that, after tending to the one that had caused the damage.

Francis staggered back after dropping Aimee, pain in his features, before glaring at the one who did it.

"The fuck are you doing here? Arent' you supposed to be off being a good little lapdog for your boss?" He asked, his voice cruel as was to be expected.

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Francis wasn't as stoic as Aimee was. He let out a scream of pain as he felt the mana coursing through. A scream of pain that shifted to a maniacal laughter. He was unhinged, but easily passable as being perfectly fine. It was a strength, most certainly.

"I will never give up." Francis promised. "She's too precious a prize. Even if she isn't quite my specific ... flavour." He continued with a laugh.

"Nothing you can do to me will stop me, either. I will keep coming back again. and again. and again. Can't be worse than the whore That governs below."

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Before Francis was able to properly react to the sudden change, he felt his owners claws digging into his back, lifting him.

"You want to go for her? Over my dead body." She stated simply with a snarl.

"I am not stupid enough to tango with one of the archangels. You try and you will be stripped of all your mana, and the little bit of dignity you currently have."

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Aimee was completely silent as Uriel did what he could. She just sat where he'd told her to, letting remove the mana, and he knew that she'd let him do nigh on anything else.

From what he could tell, though, there would be no lasting damage. She might just not be in the best of shapes for a few hours.

At least, that was his prediction. Or rather, it was his prediction up until the point that Aimee started to cry softly, quietly

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