The Warrior

Busted- Revised

"IVY!" the sound of my name rang threw my ears as I turned to see the Elf striding towards me as I finished putting on a loose blouse and a pair of trousers. Swallowing the lump in my throat and trying to keep my eyes trained on his was possibly the most difficult thing I had ever done, the anger radiating off of him being on a fraction of my reasoning.

"Can you please put something on?" I murmured, hoping I didn't seem to be intimidated by the display of his obvious manliness, but it was my first time being exposed to a man who wasn't related to me. Still furious, he slung a cloth that was laying next to his feet over his hips, clearly irritated by the request.

"Would you please explain to me why you are in the MEN'S BATHHOUSE?" the Elf growles at me, his voice deadly, causing me to flinch and look down, letting me realize that the shirt I had put on was thin, and was now drenched. Defiantly starring at the ground and shrugging was clearly not the answer he wanted, and I felt a hand cup my jaw harshly and force my face upward, the sight of his livid face enough to make me want to crawl under a rock and hide."Ivy..." his voice held a warning tone, and I was yet again reminded that I was alone in a room with three men who could over power me, and one who could rip my throat out on whim with just his teeth.

"The other ladies won't let me into their bathhouse..." I whispered, ashamed. Looking weak in front of me, especially this man, was dangerous. Before I could stop myself, I felt my body begin to shake in fear. Then, to my surprise, i heard him sigh and felt the air shift as he shook his head, and the hold on my jaw dropped.

Large hand running through his long hair, he forced his eyes away from the ceiling, training them on mine "How long have you been bathing in here, without someone to guard you from any man who may happen in while you are defenseless?"

"Since the winter."

"FOR ALMOST SIX MOONS?" the Elf roared. I nodded, trying to blend in with the wall. 

   Shocking me, the Elf drove his fist into the wall beside of me, and without thinking, my knee went straight into his groin. Why did he even give a damn? I was his student to teach, not a friend, or even a positive moment in his long lifetime. Grateful I had taken him by surprise, I moved out of his range, livid. No man would ever raise his fist toward me and get away with it if it didn't involve battle, and even then, I would try my damnedest to win. "Never raise your fist towards me unless we are training. Why are you concerned?" The words were hissed, the look he gave me as he cupped his groin pure venom.

"Because you, you damn woman, have put yourself in danger!"

"And? So?"

"So you are a woman, and he apparently feels as if he should protect you, though he should not..." The Jester spoke, pulling himself up out of the bath and quickly clothing his lower regions with pants, but not bothering with anything else. He smiled as he came close to me, but as he did, the Elf caged me to the wall with his arms and growled.

"Every time you come to this bathhouse, you will come and get me, understood?" That pompous, self involved asshole. Like fuck I would! But letting him believe differently, I bowed my head and attempted to look scared.   

"I'm going to leave now..." I informed him, looking down at his arms. He nodded and stepped back, letting me gather my things and leave.

When I reached the door, I heard a voice call to me from behind "If you ever need me Ivy, just call for Death." I was determined never to need him again.