She also saw a human woman, laid out on her back, most of her armour cut away to reveal a nasty wound on her right arm. Even with her limited knowledg... of the craft Lysera could see enough of the woman's blood to deduct a major, perhaps even life-threatening injury had been sustained. The human woman was conscious but pale and clearly exhausted, her fair hair dirty and lank with sweat. “White One,” Lysera spoke, inclining her head respectfully only to be met with a raised finger, a chastisement. The engine rumbled as the driver closed the door. Jeremy felt machinery in the bus shift as the driver put it into gear. Pictures of oiled shafts and cogs came into his mind unbidden but he didn't know what they meant. The bus leapt along the streets as if the machine couldn't contain the energies hidden underneath its frame. The feel of its power made Jeremy happy.He watched the town slip out of sight, wondering where he was going and why. Now that he knew is name, he was content for the. “A kiss to seal the deal?”Jocelyn’s body starts to melt and she moans, “Yes.”Lucy’s mouth moves toward the others. Before Jocelyn can think, Lucy brushes her lips against Jocelyn’s. Then she presses forward and together they sink into the kiss, deepening it. It is everything one can dream of. Passionate and sweet and overwhelming. Eventually Lucy pulls away, leaving Jocelyn breathless and wanting.She lays Jocelyn back on a sofa that suddenly materializes and lifts her shirt. As Jocelyn’s skin. Without breaking his stride, he waves the sword back and forth in front of him and deflects every bullet. As he reaches Story, he uses skill and speed to slap the broad side of the sword against her wrists, forces the weapons from her hands, before spinning to drive his foot into her chest with a side kick.The blow hits Story hard. The air is immediately driven out of her lungs and she is on her back before her mind can process her body falling. It all happens so fast that she does not have.