Sylvanandra spiraled to the ground below Kyle, still conscious but reeling from the blow. And from the shock. She'd been weakened, certainly, but she'd never really considered losing. For one thing, her plan had been working! Of course it had, the power gap was huge. Except, of course, in raw physical strength. All it had taken was one moment of distraction and damn, the genie's master hit like a truck.

It was kinda hot, if she was being honest. She'd never claimed to be particularly well adjusted. She tried to focus on the landing, but her limbs wouldn't cooperate. She crumbled to the ground in a heap. Well, that sucked...but if she was gonna die, at least she'd go out with the advantage. When Kyle killed her, her oath would die too, and any limitations placed on the boss and the others would disappear as well. Kyle was falling towards her right now, murder in his eyes.

"Kyle don't kill her!" Someone shouted, and Sylvanandra almost laughed. She knew a man on a mission when she saw one. She'd been in a thousand fights to the death, there was no way....

Kyle landed beside her, dropping his hands to his sides. His fist never landed.

"Okay."

"Okay!?" Sylvanandra sputtered, coughing up blood from her broken lip. She was pretty sure his punch had rattled her brain too, he could have crushed her skull like an egg why wouldn't he? "Okay!? That's it? What about righteous vengeance? From what I can tell you literally tore that Danny kid to pieces!"

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"Yeah but it's not like I like killing people," Kyle said. "And I trust Dr. Myrden."

She looked up. Sure enough, the Goldie girl had somehow freed Dr. Myrden from the cage of vines and branches. She was surrounded, lying on the ground with a concussion, and she couldn't even get these people to kill her.

"Well...shit," she complained, dropping her head back the ground. Above her, the genie tackled her Master and wrapped her body around him almost like a snake. It was positively lewd, the way she was clinging onto him. Lucky bitch. And now she had to sit here and watch them make out until somebody decided to help her up.

This sucked.

Hours later, things were finally winding down. The camp was quiet. Everyone was sitting around the fire, though not close together. They'd splintered off alone, or into little groups. No one was in any condition to travel tonight, so they were going to rest up and head back in the morning.

Trevor was by himself, staring into the fire. He'd taken the least damage, but he'd also done the least fighting. He'd barely even gotten the chance. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. On the one hand, he didn't like the idea that he hadn't helped much. On the other hand, well... everyone was alright, and he didn't really like fighting. He was going back and forth in his head when Betty's shadow fell over him.

"Hey!" He smiled up at her. "How are you doing?"

"Come with me," Betty said, taking his hand. Trevor shrugged and followed her deeper into the forest. When they were out of view of the camp, she turned around and shoved him in the chest. It was like a raindrop hitting a boulder, in terms of strength, but Trevor was completely unprepared and she's hit him at a weird angle. He fell to the forest floor, and before he knew what was happening Betty was sitting on top of him, straddling his waist.

"Trevor," she said, in her usual monotone. "Lust has overcome me."