I couldn't figure it out. His fist stopped its savage trajectory, and he staggered back a step just as Brenda pounced on his back again.And that's whe... fuzzy little lights swam in my eyes and I pitched unceremoniously forward onto my face.The ground was hard, but not too hard, and in time I found myself thinking that it was really rather comfortable. Still, I must have decided to roll over onto my back, because that's where I eventually found myself. The fuzzy little lights continued to whiz. He stood there facing me with legs at shoulder length, head lowered and his sword slowly drawing these little two inch circles. I stood a couple inches shorter than the black at 6 feet 2 inces though I was a little stockier as our weights were about the same. (240 lbs) I wore my standard torvaldslander helm the kind Fort had persuaded me to use. My 26 inch leaf sword was a good foot shorter than the blacks which meant I was going to have to keep my wits about me in order not to become a. “About what? Why? When did it...”“Shush! Let me finish.”He frowned.She took a deep, bracing breath. “Ever since we’ve been ... intimate, I’ve started worrying and I can’t stop it. I worry that I’m too happy and something’s going to happen to you and I’m going to lose you, or I’ll do something stupid and ruin what we have. It’s gotten worse in the last couple of weeks.”“What do you think’s going to happen?” he asked.Rory shrugged. “That’s just it. I don’t know. There’s nothing specific. I’m just. "I can't take it," Bill admitted. "It isn't that I'm not flattered or turned on by the sights and looks but they're just kids. And Susan!" Bill shook his head, still looking at the floor, before continuing. "Susan is like being around a block of C-4 with a blasting cap and a lit fuse. I don't know what to think half the time when I'm around her and the other half I am afraid of what I am thinking. Hell, she burned down her house just because she thought some local skank had her sights set on.