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No shit— he spat back at her snarl, prowling opposite her approach and watching for her next attempt. Seeing how agitated she was, and having that challenge thrown in her face, meant he could only anticipate one response; Reyes knew how to handle angry pirates and snarky wenches best of all, so he was not yet ready to back down. Niamh might have kicked his ass before but he was stronger now, and anyway, she was putting other lives on the line by fighting with him. It wouldn't be his fault if she got hurt during her little tantrum.

She lunged for him and this time grabbed at his scruff, forcing her considerable weight against him, and he spun to try and compensate; his front-end dipped with the force of the collision and he shook his shoulders to rid himself of her touch, snarling. He ripped himself free; when Reyes looked up again, glaring and bristling at his aunt, he saw a chunk of skin and red-black fur clutched in her teeth.

You bitch! Reyes snapped. That's the last time you're allowed to touch me! And with that he lunged, shoving off the stonework beneath his feet in order to ram himself like a battering ram in to Niamh's waiting body. If anything were to happen to her Reyes knew Towhee would not forgive him; but in his mind this was Niamh's fault, and she would have to deal with the aftermath once the dust settled. It was never about titles, or children — this was about Towhee, and Reyes wasn't going to play nice anymore.