Firefly Glen [m]eet me in the woods tonight

this was between men, naturally. it was a fight for their future as much as it was for zharille's body. she would have enjoyed the sport of it had she been in a better place, mentally, but she saw khaba as a threat and an annoyance, rather than a contender. he had gotten what he had wanted from her - and she held a mind of her own, able to make this choice. it offended her that anyone would come between her and her freedom.

so when the men clashed, zharille watched - and then she struck, also, for khaba! her aim was to reprimand more than to wound, but her vehemence in the moment knew no boundaries. she would drive the man of the darkwood away if she must; though the grizzled newcomer did not need her support, she gave it.

zharille's aim was haphazard; she did not want to permanently injure anyone, but had to get her point across. leave, khaba! this was her decision to make.