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then suddenly, an Eshu grabs Adam and throws him and herself to the side to evade the continuing undoing .. he can move again

Adam scrambles up and back again to get Nab out of the way, frantic.

He'll do a flying tackle if needed to knock her free and out of the way.

"So there you are.. pesky alien"

If he can't tackle Nab free, he'll attack the woman with his bare hands.

He moves to tackle Nab only to hear her scream... and dissolve in his hands. All that she was, all the dreams she represented, undone- gone forever, in an instant

Adam freezes, unable to comprehend what's happened.

"Abberition dealt with.. good, reality's secure..."

He looks around for her.

THere's... nothing there. And Adam feels pain, loss like he's never... of all the girls he's dated, it was Nab who was there by his side. She changed , a wet dream who actually grew to love him. She understood, was never jealous by rejoiced in his every smile and he.. he loved it when she smiled too

"Nab?"

"Adam, she's gone! This woman killed her!"

Alanza declares

"Nab?" he seeks her, looking, calling for her. His lover.

He looks helplessly at his hands, at the place she was......

"Nab?" a thread of pleading in his voice.

Alanza has drawn her blade and evoked the wyrd and is fighting the other woman

And drawing blood with a scimitar

On some level, it starts to sink in. His eyes fill with tears, and his next breath hitches.

So this is pain, real pain, to love someone, and have them taken from you! To never see her smile again. TO never know her hand when you need a hand to hold. This is worse than any mortal cut. This is an injury of the heart. ANd the sword at his side glistens

Adam looks around as if trying to make sense.... but of course, there is no sense to it. Just deep, tearing loss. A cavity in his heart, in his soul. He watches the fight, knowing it means -something-.... if anything can mean anything anymore. His vision is blurred.

"Adam..." Alanza calls out "I may have her on the ..."

"It's a psychic construction, parasite" The woman says "It's nonsense if you can't keep it up" And t he scimitar in the Eshu's hand starts to crack

Adam registers the danger there; Alanza needs her sword to fight. Fight the woman. The woman that.....
Adam draws his sword.

And he moves forward.

Denial turns to wrath! And a thought enters his mind How dare this mortal wretch take the Love of a Fiona! There's a slamming sound, like someone hurling themselves on a last step, the third step. He's known danger! He's known Love! And now he's known loss!

And Adam Thomas, the Sidhe , surges forward the wyrd empowering him and his blade!

Nothing fancy, nothing clever; he seeks to put his blade through the one that.........

Fortunately, someone's attention is on Alanza! And so what might have been side stepped STRIKES.. and cuts!

No pause, no mercy. Destruction.

The cold woman screams clutching at her arm "YOu're just a psychic construct, an infestation ... "

An infestation with a sword, perhaps, and the sword is sharp, and it closes again and again.

Not hacking, but all that combat training seems to have sunk in.

Oh yes. Even as Alanza backs up in awe of Adam as a true sidhe. Adam weavess and cuts in on the murderess of his love! She tries to fight drawing something that looks like a monowire, he dips under... Bachdion told him to keep the feet moving unless you needed to plant! Tylar taught him to never give up! And Brekke and Dagmar taught him how to first lunge when you see the gap!

Tears rolls down his cheeks as he fights, not wasting breath.

He takes risks when the prize is running his opponent through.

Fearless... he's got nothing TO be afraid of now that Nab has already been taken! Her monocord creates a thin gash along his arm but misses a true strike. His sword? Doesn't. Fittingly? he drives it through her heart! The woman gasps "It's not...real.." And her eyes roll back in her head

He stabs her again. To be sure.

And down she goes. Alanza gasps at the Shining HOst before her. And finally says "Ad..Adam?"

One more time. To be REALLY sure.

Oh.. He's sure

He remembers from his lessons. He'll have to clean his blade

He stares at the body. It shouldn't be here. There shouldn't be anything left.

"Adam.." A name that sounds like only a part of what he is now, but Alanza says it again "Adam!"

He relaxes his grip, sword falling to the ground.

Alanza hugs him "I know. I know. I'm so sorry"

It would appear sidhe can cry, and they like anyone else, have good reason too.

The tears don't stop, and he stares dully at the woman's body. Feeling nothing.

Alanza will take him, and his sword, home... and Adam does feel.. just not for the killer.

He can be led, and sat and put to bed. He doesn't speak, or make eye contact.

He closes his eyes... and has scattered dreams of not one sidhe life, but a dozen patch worked together. He dreams of love, glory, and loss. Outside his room at the hold, Three mentors pace