““Soon we were crawling, which was uncomfortable with swords. Tempers became frayed. “Get your ass off my face, man,” Syn snarled. “Want to trade places?” Ranger shot up. “Sure. At least Nara would be in front of me.” “If that sexist comment is supposed to impress me, you are slipping, Dreadlocks.” “Just wanted to hear your voice, sweetheart.” A grunt followed, then, “What in Hel’s Mist was that for?” Ranger laughed. “She asked me to plant my boot on your face.””
