[h1][color=orangered]Theresa ot an Bol'hjar[/color], [b]Benedict Kaspin[/b][/h1]
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[b]"Oh SHIT."[/b]

All things considered, Theresa would've been laughing if she had been in a position any different than the one she was currently in. Ben was clearly not the being's target, at least not yet. But despite that he had STILL been the one to react the most drastically. And it wasn't even in the good way either. The giant buffoon stepped backwards and tripped over his own tail. His body hitting the floorboard actually shook the building they were in.

Which was another thing, it more than likely saved her life.

When Ben hit the ground, whatever [i]it[/i] was stumbled in it's lunge, giving Theresa just enough time to pull her sword halfway out of it's sheathe.

And fortunately for her, halfway was enough. The creature's body was horridly mangled from the elements and by those that had not survived an encounter with it. It's right hand had been quite nearly blown off halfway up the forearm. This resulted in sharp shrapnel, which caught her sword. It was long enough to kill her if it caught. But just short enough to not pierce her body with the sword in the way.

She yelled her battle cry, and began to fight back, putting her other hand on the flat of her blade to overpower her attacker. She was winning, when a shaky but metallic fist connected with her face. She lost her composure and fell onto her back, her sword still the only thing between her and the metallic spikes that were this being's arm. It was cackling a great deal and begin to win using it's body weight, only for her body to suddenly feel weightless. Her attacker and her sword were suddenly ripped away from her and lifted high in the air. Ben had recovered from his scared and based upon the light coming from between his scales he was [i]mad[/i].

"Ben! Dont!"

The room smelt like oil and other various flammable substances. If Ben ignited an explosion, even if he survived it, she surely would not.

Ben shut his jaws just as fire was about to explode from his maw. He shit his eyes hard as fire rocketed out from between his teeth like steam from a teacup. He threw the creature on the ground roughly and turned to stumble away, eyes clenched in pain and hands over his mouth.

When her attacker hit the ground her sword was dislocated from it's mangled arm, and she was on it in no time. With one fluid motion and picked the weapon up and drove it straight down into the creature's torso. It spasmed, seeming to die almost instantly. She turned to check on Ben, only for her ankle to be very forcefully grabbed. Her eyes shot down to see that this creature still had some fight left in it. She ripped her sword from its body and aimed at it's head, and made sure to finish the job.

After checking to make sure their attacked really was dead this time, she moved to Ben's aid. He seemed in pain, and he was pulling black, charcoal colored [i]teeth[/i] out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry." Theresa said, placing a hand on his arm in an effort to comfort the gentle giant. "You okay?"

Ben rumbled in response, and pulled out one last tooth. He dropped them unceremoniously onto the ground and shook his head.

[b]"It'll hurt more tomorrow. But I'll be fine."[/b]

Theresa eyed the burnt teeth on the ground and looked back up to him, taking her hand off of his arm. "Happen a lot to your species?"

Ben seemed to chuckle, only to wince once again.

[b]"Oh yeah. We're built for it. Doesnt make it any more comfortable though..."[/b] he said, offering her a smile that, while pained, was so genuine that she could help but give him a small smile in return.