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Definitely crossed a border back there. It was almost an instantaneous reaction, the small fireball lunged at him before he even finished speaking. It was all he could so to let out a rather pathetic yelp and try to scramble out of the way.

The sharp pain that accompanied her hitting her mark wasn't lost on him either with an even more childish squeal. Play fights when he was young hadn't prepared him for the real thing, the looming danger that came with pissing off someone who didn't want to be pissed off. He turned and bolted, leaving whatever flesh and fur behind in her mouth. The searing pain was ignored and replaced by the adrenaline and shock.

For now he ran, not looking back, he just ran, if she followed he'd deal with it when he could run no longer, or he wouldn't, for now he wanted to be across the border and far away.