[center]Skye wiped her face, now leaning against the tree. Her quiet sobs were now suppressed into tiny little sniffles and Benvolio sat at her feet, stiff, guarding . . waiting. Against her better judgment, the girl would occasionally look down at her companion, his ears twitching randomly and often. She wiped her nose on her sleeve and that's when she heard a slight growl coming from her guardian. 

Swallowing back slight build-up in her throat, Skye began to speak in a quiet, raspy voice, [b]"Benny? What might it be?"[/b] She looked right into the brush that Benvolio was growling at and subconsciously lifted her hands upward, in a stance that a boxer might use. [b]"W-Who goes there? I - I have weapons! And I'll fight . . you! Erm. . . if I have to! So just. . go away!! While you still can. . "[/b], her voice drifted into a lower whisper and a slight whimper. Tears welled up around her eyes once again. She was afraid -- afraid that she would be forced to fight again. [i]Maybe even kill.[/i]

Benvolio, on the other hand, remained in a defensive stance, as if he were protecting his Master. [i][b]"Show yourself, villain! Troglodyte! I do not wish to cause mal or harm to ye![/b][/i][/center]