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Harrison was listening to Sammy and nodding when he heard his name being bellowed loud enough to shake the rock walls surrounding them. He turned slowly and waited for whatever she felt she needed to spew out, but only found himself being physically dragged from where he'd supposedly been summoned to work. She was talking while she 'dragged' him and he was listening. When they arrived at the place where he could only guess she held her punishment sessions he gave her a seriously disbelieving look.
"You honestly expect me to get into that ring with you?" his voice was low and calm so as not to rile up the crowd any further than it already was. he'd heard that she was a fierce combatant in that ring, but he grew up on the streets and he knew very well how to handle himself in a scuffle, and he had to outweigh her by about 80 to 100 pounds he'd wager. He looked around at the crowd. Apparently they didn't realize his muscles were real, and not fabricated. His legs were though and he knew if she attempted to kick him in the leg, she'd likely sustain at least a broken foot, possibly worse. This was NOT a good idea at all but he could tell that these men were not going to be satisfied with an apology or an explanation. His voice still low and calm which was his normal state was meant for her only to hear, "This is a bad idea Dr. Brunel...for many reason...are you certain you will not reconsider?" His gaze was boring into her in a way that was meant to warn and hopefully cause her to come up with another solution. He prayed she would, because he didn't want to hurt her, and he wasn't about to let her injure him in any way. Not with Cassandra still in the fragile state she was in at the moment.
The crowd was roaring behind him and he felt a ripple of irritation shiver through him at their stupidity. These were supposed to be some of the most brilliant minds on the facility? Before she replied he turned around and glared at the bunch of them. Had this been when he was younger and still trying to prove he was a man, they'd have gotten more than that glare. Now though, he was far past the need to prove anything to anyone. He met their eyes, every single one of them, before he turned back to Dr. Brunel. "There has to be a better way."
"You honestly expect me to get into that ring with you?" his voice was low and calm so as not to rile up the crowd any further than it already was. he'd heard that she was a fierce combatant in that ring, but he grew up on the streets and he knew very well how to handle himself in a scuffle, and he had to outweigh her by about 80 to 100 pounds he'd wager. He looked around at the crowd. Apparently they didn't realize his muscles were real, and not fabricated. His legs were though and he knew if she attempted to kick him in the leg, she'd likely sustain at least a broken foot, possibly worse. This was NOT a good idea at all but he could tell that these men were not going to be satisfied with an apology or an explanation. His voice still low and calm which was his normal state was meant for her only to hear, "This is a bad idea Dr. Brunel...for many reason...are you certain you will not reconsider?" His gaze was boring into her in a way that was meant to warn and hopefully cause her to come up with another solution. He prayed she would, because he didn't want to hurt her, and he wasn't about to let her injure him in any way. Not with Cassandra still in the fragile state she was in at the moment.
The crowd was roaring behind him and he felt a ripple of irritation shiver through him at their stupidity. These were supposed to be some of the most brilliant minds on the facility? Before she replied he turned around and glared at the bunch of them. Had this been when he was younger and still trying to prove he was a man, they'd have gotten more than that glare. Now though, he was far past the need to prove anything to anyone. He met their eyes, every single one of them, before he turned back to Dr. Brunel. "There has to be a better way."