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Prince Nuada smiled, fully believing he had actually gotten the crown piece. This day was going great for him. He was just about to turn away when Racheal snatched it from his hand and tucked it into her shirt. He may have been a pretty bad villian but he wasn't going to reach down her shirt for some crown piece. He soon became enfuriated, "Racheal, give me the crown piece." He demanded, stepping closer and closer to her. Liz watched, a little envious of Racheal since she was getting all the attention. It just wasn't fair in her eyes. Prince Nuada waited, temper brewing.

Racheal put her hands firmly on her hips, stretching her wings out. "You want it. Come get it." She said and smirked at the foolish prince. Actually, Princess Nuala had the piece still hidden amongst the books. The piece that Racheal and Prince Nuada was fighting over was a replica. Hand crafted and carefully made out of the same substance, but missing a crusal design on the left bottom corner. Racheal knew it but she needed to make it seem like she had the real thing, so that the prince would just leave and buy them all some time.

Prince Nuada took the end of his spear, using it to push her legs out from under her. He sighed and grabbed her shirt. The piece was on her stomach. He reached for it, Liz stepping in quickly but then stepping back out. She didn't want to get in this fight. This was the fight of a mix breed and an elf. That'd be a pretty rough fight. And besides. She had a family to think about. Even though she was about a month along with her, ya know.

Racheal kicked her legs up by her head, making her roll onto her hands and knees. Using her wings as a shield, she stood. Wrapping them tightly around her. Well, I know how to do this. She thought, refering to wrapping her wings up. Red couldn't possibly stand by but he just waited. Not wanting for the prince to get the crown piece away from Racheal. The Golden Army was deadly and couldn't be stopped once awaken.

Prince Nuada grew impatient, hitting her wings over and over again with little effect. He kicked her legs back out from under her and pulled her wings open. Grabbing the crown piece and tucking it safetly in his obi around his waste. Liz pulled her gun and aimed it at him. Now she was in this fight to win it. Although unsure how. Prince Nuada smirked, grabbing his sister and dissapearing. He was now on his way to awaken the golden army, the unstoppable force.

Red shook his head, glaring at Widow. "Nice going Widow!" He said. Usually not the one to point fingers at anyone. Racheal rolled her eyes and went to grab a book, opening it to the crown piece. She hid it until she walked by him, slapping it firmly into his hand. "Don't under estimate me." She growled before pushing past him. The agents were in her way. "Move!" She snapped, everyone scattered out of her way. Racheal went back to her room, doing some chin ups in the door way. When she was done she did some push ups.

Prince Nuada got about halfway there when he realized that he didn't have the piece. Enraged he continued going though, locking his sister away before going back to the place. He walked on the second and third floor. Trying to remember where Widow's room was. OF course, on the top floor.

Racheal tapped her hands just for the fun of it. She took her knife and picked an area. She had a big block of frozen meat hanging in the freezer downstairs. She usually went there for boxing or sometimes to just let the freezing air numb her anger. Racheal walked out of her room, seeing Prince Nuada just down the hall coming for her room. Racheal rolled her eyes and walked the other way, going downstairs.

Prince Nuada just used that trick he always did to disappear and reappear in another place. He was already in the freezer, standing behind a huge frozen hog though. So Racheal wouldn't be able to see him at all. Which was pretty dumb thought, you could still see from his knees down. Prince Nuada just waited for her to begin with whatever it was she was doing. Thinking that she just might be hear to talk to herself. With a knife? He thought and shook the thought away. It was obvious she was hear for a lot more than just talking to herself.

Racheal couldn't sense his presence that will sine the cold air inside the freezer was already trying to numb her. Racheal twirled and swisted her survival knife in her hand several times before throwing it forcefully towards the huge hog. She needed to blow off some steam and this was the best place to do it. Racheal's breath was visable, forming a light cloud that seeped from her lips and jumped into the air. Racheal walked over, grabbing the knife and jabbing it into the dead hog once more. Sighing as he dropped the knife and began pounding the hog. She punched bone and meat over and over again until it came through the tape and turned her knuckles raw. She couldn't stop though. Grunting after a while she picked up the knife and backed up, throwing it forcefully again.

Prince Nuada stepped out from behind the hog, surprised the knife hadn't gone through and got him. "Hello beautiful." He said, walking slowly towards her. By the time he reached her, Racheal had already thrown the knife and now it was out of her grasp. Nuada seized this chance, slowly and gently pushing her up against the wall and kissing her gently on the cheek. He nuzzled into her neck, "Why are you so tense?" He asked, not looking at her directly as he kept nuzzling her over and over again.

Racheal stood stiffly, leaning away with him every time he nuzzled into her neck. "Because I don't like it." She growled. Although for someone who 'don't like it' she sure wasn't making a move to stop him. Racheal finally pushed past him and went to the hog, grabbing the knife. She clutched the handle tightly, glaring at him with warning in her eyes.

Prince Nuada smirked when she pushed past him, only grasping her when she came back. Prince Nuada held onto her, backing up against the wall and pulling her into a warm embrace. "Yes you do. Stop fighting your emotions, it's not good for you." He said, stroking her beautiful hair.

Racheal mumbled something under her breath. She fought her way free from his grasp. "Don't touch me." She growled, "And don't tell me what to do." She snapped. Red and a few of the other agents watching quietly from the door. They were all silent, just watching them talk. Racheal twisted the knife in her hand and threw the knife back into the hog with all of her strength. She couldn't help it. She wasn't feeling to well and she was totally angry at herself and at everyone in this place. She felt as though she was an outsider, the odd-ball, the one who didn't belong.

Prince Nuada sighed, taking a few silent steps toward her. He put his hands on her shoulders and began rubbing them. He could feel the tight muscles and he had an ah ha moment. She was stressed. Prince Nuada rubbed harder and harder, leaning into her. "Racheal please. I cannot help you if you do not try." He said, running his hands over her beautiful wings. "I love you." He said softly, kissing her gently on her cheek and holding her from behind. He nestled into her neck, wanting to never let her go. To hold her forever.