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looked at her nonplussed and then
cleared his throat. “Are you alright?”
    “Please, please, leave. I won't call the
police, I won't tell them what you've done. Just leave.”
    The man looked bemused, but that was it. He
didn't start cackling, and neither did he snap forward, bring out
rope, and tie her up. “I do hope you are not this emotional when it
comes to fighting.”
    She slammed a sweaty hand on her chest and
she wheezed. He hoped she wouldn't be this emotional when she was
fighting? Did this mean he was going to kidnap her and use her for
some kind of cage fight? Was that a thing? Did men in leather
jackets kidnap confused women and force them onto the boxing
circuit?
    Standing there, her knuckles white as she
clutched onto the collar and waist of her bathrobe, her imagination
ran wild.
    “After it has taken so long to find you, I
had hoped you would be everything that legend promised.” He
narrowed his eyes and appraised her with an unimpressed look. “I
must admit, unless you are acting, you do not seem like a brave and
capable warrior woman.”
    “Warrior woman?” she repeated, disbelief
constricting her voice into a timid squeak.
    “Yes, warrior woman.”
    It was all too much. She choked as hot, fat,
salty tears streamed down her face.
    If the man had looked unimpressed before,
now he rolled his eyes in obvious disdain. “You are actually
crying?”
    Of course she was crying. It had been a big
day, and to top it all off, it appeared she would be kidnapped and
forced into cage fighting. So yes, she was crying, because she had
a lot to cry about.
    The more the hot sticky tears trickled down
her face, the less and less impressed the man looked.
    “Well how long are you planning on crying
for? We have a busy night ahead of us. I have already located a
witch, and unless we deal with it, we will be remiss of our duties.
If we are remiss of our duties, the Sacred Balance will be
affected, and if the Sacred Balance is affected, well,” he took a
heavy and pointed breath, “Then the universe will cease to
exist.”
    The universe will cease to exist?
    She whimpered. This man was utterly
insane.
    “You are whimpering now, but you have
stopped crying, does that mean that you are ready to go and
transform?” He narrowed his eyes and shot her a cautious look.
    She wanted to run away and call the police.
No – she needed to.
    “You're planning on trying to run again, are
you?” He asked perceptively.
    She took an enormous swallow and took a
shuddering step backwards.
    He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I
have been training all my life for this,” he kept shaking his head,
“I was promised a warrior woman, a Witch Hunter, and all I get is
an emotional woman past her prime.”
    She choked back her tears. “Excuse me, past
my prime? I'm still in my 20’s!”
    He chuckled. “Most Witch Hunters of old were
16. It is a good age for witch hunting.”
    “... Just get out of my house,” she begged,
but this time her voice was firmer. Maybe it was the snide comment
about her being past her prime, or maybe she was calming down
enough to get a handle on her fear.
    “I have already told you, I can't do that; I
am your witch watcher, I am here to guide you along the path. I am
here to deliver your transformation wand, and I am here to help you
do what is necessary.” He nodded low, and it was a notable move. It
was slow and delicate, and seemed to belie a great deal of
respect.
    “... Who are you?” She didn’t let go of her
bathrobe for one second as she anchored her hands on it.
    He watched her. “You have no idea, do
you?”
    She shook her head.
    “Okay, well be sure to listen carefully this
time. My name is Brick, I am a warrior monk. I grew up in a warrior
monastery, with my warrior monk brethren. When I came of age, I was
given a holy task. My holy task was to watch over a Witch Hunter.”
He nodded her way.
    “Sorry, Brick? Is that your name?” She
looked at him with narrowed eyes. Of all the