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between him and the pilot,
holding her hands palms out in front of her.
“Stop! Honestly,
Farley Scruff, get some sense into that thick head of yours...“
She didn't get to finish as the big man came straight at her,
still not even registering her presence. Lyrianne was forced to
try to get out of the way once she'd realized he wasn't going to
stop but she'd waited too long. One of his arms slammed into
her, sending her flying backwards to land in a heap where she
lay stunned. He didn't even pause as he barreled onward, a big
grin spreading across his wide face. Pretty boy was only minutes
away from his doom and this time, Farley thought he was ready
for any evasive moves.
What Farley hadn’t
counted on was a very pissed off, combat-ready IFPG pilot.
Miguel hadn’t had time to get the foolish woman out of the way
but he’d be damned if he was going to play games with the
red-faced elephant now.
Miguel walked
straight at the charging behemoth, three long strides putting
him quickly in front of Farley. Extending his arm, he chopped it
forward, just as the fat man’s excessive neck careened into it
with such force that his feet completely left the ground as his
head snapped back and he was once again laid flat.
The pilot didn’t wait
to see if the fat farmer would get back up; he could hear the
tortured breathing. Hurrying instead to the felled woman, he
dropped to a knee and gripped her about the shoulders, his anger
gone and only concern on his face.
“Lee-ree-anne? Are
you well, querida ?” He did not try to move her, afraid
she might have been seriously injured by that rampaging moose.
“Come on, beautiful woman. You are well, eh?” His accent had
thickened once again, made hoarse by the dense smoke he’d
inhaled, and sounded wholly worried for Lyrianne’s well-being.
“Lee-ree?”
“Lyrie?” Her eyes
were still closed when she echoed back her name. “That's me.”
She sighed as her eyes opened. Though they were unfocused, she
seemed to look right at him as she smiled. “Mmmmmmm. It's my
hero. Have you come to rescue me?” The question was carried to
him on an exhaled breath before her eyes rolled up and the dark
lashed lids once more closed.
Her breathing was
even, her heart strong and steady, and though it was hard to see
in the low light, there was a rising bump on the right side of
her temple where the beefy arm had connected. When she opened
her eyes again after a few moments, there was awareness in them
as she looked at Miguel. With a groan she managed to sit up and
put a hand to her head. “Cripes! Did a tree fall on me?”
He'd been
contemplating moving her, weighing the risks if she were badly
hurt, relieved when she sat up of her own accord, and wished
greatly for that flashlight, wherever it had gotten off to.
“Might as well have
been a tree,” he remarked, smiling for her sake though he didn't
feel up to it. “Come on, I need to get you back to your farm.”
Lyrianne ignored his
concern, not as worried about herself as he apparently was.
Instead she concentrated on the returning memory of exactly how
she had wound up with the bump on her head. “I think it was
probably more like having a brick wall run into me.” She smiled
at Miguel then noticed the big lump of Farley behind him.
“Oh, no. Is he...
he's not... you didn't...?“ She couldn't say it. She gave Miguel
another glance, not sure what to think, then got to her feet and
walked over to see for herself. She could hear Farley's harsh,
catching breaths before she got to him but kept going so she
could look down at him, just to be sure. Once she confirmed that
he appeared to be out cold but otherwise in one piece, she felt
much better. However, her relief was almost immediately dampened
by a troubling thought. “We have a big problem, Miguel.”
He was watching her
but when she spoke his eyes
holding her hands palms out in front of her.
“Stop! Honestly,
Farley Scruff, get some sense into that thick head of yours...“
She didn't get to finish as the big man came straight at her,
still not even registering her presence. Lyrianne was forced to
try to get out of the way once she'd realized he wasn't going to
stop but she'd waited too long. One of his arms slammed into
her, sending her flying backwards to land in a heap where she
lay stunned. He didn't even pause as he barreled onward, a big
grin spreading across his wide face. Pretty boy was only minutes
away from his doom and this time, Farley thought he was ready
for any evasive moves.
What Farley hadn’t
counted on was a very pissed off, combat-ready IFPG pilot.
Miguel hadn’t had time to get the foolish woman out of the way
but he’d be damned if he was going to play games with the
red-faced elephant now.
Miguel walked
straight at the charging behemoth, three long strides putting
him quickly in front of Farley. Extending his arm, he chopped it
forward, just as the fat man’s excessive neck careened into it
with such force that his feet completely left the ground as his
head snapped back and he was once again laid flat.
The pilot didn’t wait
to see if the fat farmer would get back up; he could hear the
tortured breathing. Hurrying instead to the felled woman, he
dropped to a knee and gripped her about the shoulders, his anger
gone and only concern on his face.
“Lee-ree-anne? Are
you well, querida ?” He did not try to move her, afraid
she might have been seriously injured by that rampaging moose.
“Come on, beautiful woman. You are well, eh?” His accent had
thickened once again, made hoarse by the dense smoke he’d
inhaled, and sounded wholly worried for Lyrianne’s well-being.
“Lee-ree?”
“Lyrie?” Her eyes
were still closed when she echoed back her name. “That's me.”
She sighed as her eyes opened. Though they were unfocused, she
seemed to look right at him as she smiled. “Mmmmmmm. It's my
hero. Have you come to rescue me?” The question was carried to
him on an exhaled breath before her eyes rolled up and the dark
lashed lids once more closed.
Her breathing was
even, her heart strong and steady, and though it was hard to see
in the low light, there was a rising bump on the right side of
her temple where the beefy arm had connected. When she opened
her eyes again after a few moments, there was awareness in them
as she looked at Miguel. With a groan she managed to sit up and
put a hand to her head. “Cripes! Did a tree fall on me?”
He'd been
contemplating moving her, weighing the risks if she were badly
hurt, relieved when she sat up of her own accord, and wished
greatly for that flashlight, wherever it had gotten off to.
“Might as well have
been a tree,” he remarked, smiling for her sake though he didn't
feel up to it. “Come on, I need to get you back to your farm.”
Lyrianne ignored his
concern, not as worried about herself as he apparently was.
Instead she concentrated on the returning memory of exactly how
she had wound up with the bump on her head. “I think it was
probably more like having a brick wall run into me.” She smiled
at Miguel then noticed the big lump of Farley behind him.
“Oh, no. Is he...
he's not... you didn't...?“ She couldn't say it. She gave Miguel
another glance, not sure what to think, then got to her feet and
walked over to see for herself. She could hear Farley's harsh,
catching breaths before she got to him but kept going so she
could look down at him, just to be sure. Once she confirmed that
he appeared to be out cold but otherwise in one piece, she felt
much better. However, her relief was almost immediately dampened
by a troubling thought. “We have a big problem, Miguel.”
He was watching her
but when she spoke his eyes
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