kick ass- Cassian/Feyre

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hi guys. i would like to dedicate this chapter to @queennightfurious for voting all my chapters and for being the first to add this story to her library. thank you so much. you have made my entire day.  you are the lysandra to my aelin. 

Aelin pov.

I just arrived at the illyrian camps. I am wearing a sweet green dress with little flowers on it. Underneath I am wearing illyrian leathers and have twenty plus daggers hidden. Rhys and the others are watching from somewhere and will come down later apparently. I walk over to the first male I see. I put on a sweet. Innocent seductive smile. And walk over to him.

"Hey handsome" I say

and curl my hair on my finger. "I am looking for a particularly handsome illyrian" I look at him through my lashes. "Do you happen to know where to find him?"

"I think you are talking about me," he says.

"No. not you. Lord devlon" i look up at him "he told me to come. He said he would entertain me"

"Are you sure i can't entertain you?" he asks. God, I want to punch him in the face.

"Well actually. I can think of one thing?" I say.

"Well why don't you follow me?" he says.

"Sure. but first" i say and punch him square in the face. Probably breaking his nose. "Take me to devlon"
"You bitch" he tries to hit me but I just catch his fist and hit him again.

"I said. Take . me . to . devlon" i smile "please"

He leads the way. We walk through the camp.

"Hold on a sec" I say.

He stops and turns around just in time to see me rip off my dress. Revealing the illyrian leathers underneath. I throw the dress to some random male.

"Ok lets keep going" he looks shocked. "Hurry up" I clap twice for emphasis.

We make it to a tent and the male tells me he is inside. I punch him once more and he crumples to the ground.

I make my voice all high pitched and 'girly' "Thanks!" and I roll my eyes.

I walk into the tent and see devlon. He turns around.

"What is a female doing in my tent?" he yells at me.

"Well that's a bit rude" i summon my wings "dontcha think?"
"Half breed female" he sneers.

I roll my eyes and grab his shirt collar. "Let's go" and I drag his ass outside.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" he asks.

"Well dev. Can I call you dev?" i ask

"No" he replies angrily

"Awwww thanks dev. Anyway I have a proposition for you. I have heard you haven't been very nice to the females. No wonder your single and bitter. But I was thinking I will fight you and as many of your guys as you want , within reason of course. I am just a weak female. And if i win then you and all your illyrians take the stick out of your asses and treat the females equally and with respect. And if i lose cassian and rhys and azriel will let you shove that stick as far up your ass as you want. But still no wing clippings''

"Deal" he says "but you will be fighting against me and 12 of my best warriors"

"Good '' I say, making myself seem slightly scared. "Rules. No magic. If your head hits the floor you're out. If you fall unconscious you're out. If there is a situation you are overpowered and you can't get out of it then you are out. And '' I tap my chin to make it look like I am thinking "oh yea. No crying when i whoop your ass".

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