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Aryin felt the giant’s arrival well before he stood in front of her, the shake of the ground did nothing but bring a smile to her face.  George Nelson, the brute of the 8th Street coven, and one of Emily fucking Reed's favorite pets.  Aryin remembered he liked to fight, and he was freakishly strong, but he was not strong enough to truly hurt her.  At least, he was not strong enough to kill her with a single punch.  And this made her smile grow in size.  She glanced over to Jordan who had his eyes fixated on the coming giant already, and a wave of anger was carried with his gaze.  There was bad blood between 8th Street and anyone who wasn’t 8th Street, and Jordan was no stranger to their ire.  

".... Well, well, well!"

Aryin slowly turned their gaze to size up the massive man.   He was much bigger than she remembered.  Taller, and stronger, but he was still the same old George.  

"Look what we got here! A nosy-bitch!"

Still, the bully, the overconfident asshole, the person who needs his ass kicked. [color=00BFFF]”Impressive vocabulary as always,”[/color] Aryin sneered.  She turned the camera away from the fight and started recording George directly.

"... Yeah, motherfucker! Mind your business!  You know what happens to motherfuckers that use phones around here?!"

"This is what happens, give me your phone."

Aryin turned the phone to Carol and then to George as she started to chuckle.  The nerve of these two.  They were walking up to her like they had any power.  She would not be giving them her phone. She would not humor them by playing this nice.  If anything the only question that dared cross her mind was how petty did she want to be?  Aryin wanted to fight, Emily was getting her ass kicked and she was not allowed to join and this made Aryin upset. She could probably goad the big man into a fight pretty easy but she did not like her chances alone with Carol here.  George could hurt her with his punches but she only needed one shot to end him, Carol could turn her into a literal fetus and that was not something she wanted to risk.  She would need to somehow draw Jordan into the fight.

[color=00BFFF]” You’re as dumb as I remember, George.  Fuck off,”[/color] Aryin clicked on the flash button on the screen and turned it on, blasting George and Carol with the bright light.  [color=00BFFF]” Just as ugly as I remember, Jesus.  Did you look in the mirror before you left today?  ”[/color]. Aryin stopped recording and rested a free hand on their hip as they shifted their gaze between the two.  

"Also, you stay out of this, you tall bitch!  You will be three feet shorter when I break your motherfucking knees, bitch!"

Jordan exhaled as he reached up and pulled his glasses from his face.  He placed them down behind him on the ledge of a vendor's stall.  He did not want to fight, but he knew that George would either push for the phone, and Aryin would not give it up, or walk away like the coward he was.  Jordan knew that he needed to be ready just in case and he did not have his spare glasses with him at the festival.  His eye shifted over to Aryin and saw the grin that was spreading, and he shifted his eyes back to George.  Aryin was itching for a fight, and he would be ready to back her up if needed as long as she did not start the fight herself.  Jordan was not a fan of some of the rules, namely the one about not getting involved in the business of other covens.  Especially when groups like the 8th Street and the Nazi’s called this town their home.  Jordan felt like they owed it to those who could not fight to fight for them, and he felt like the leadership were cowards for not using their position to help force out those who would threaten their members.  Still, he did not want to be the reason the 317 was dragged into some petty gang war, and he did not want Aryin to be a scapegoat for defending herself.

[color=00BFFF]” If you want my phone you’ll have to take it from me,”[/color] Aryin said as she winked at George, adjusting her footing into one more suitable for a fight, and smiled wide from ear to ear. [color=00BFFF]"We both know you're too big of a [i]pussy[/i] to fight someone who can beat you.”[/color]