Cassius resisted the urge to say "I told you he wasn't capable of that". He remembered he'd been just as on board with leaving him as Xiah had been.
"So what now then?" he asked.
Sterling had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. He should have waited longer. He should have waited for completely darkness. Now he had the worst feeling that he was being followed. Feelings like that usually turned out to be right in his case. His instincts were rarely wrong.
He stopped and looked around a moment, listening. He withdrew his knife and took a deep breath. He started walked again, waiting for the scout to make a mistake. He used the techniques he'd learned in the gang to walk silently along the forest floor. He listened very carefully until-
RustleThe tiniest of sounds reached his ears. Behind him and off to the side. He spun around and threw his knife towards the sound. There was the swish of undergrowth and then a surprised gasp. Sterling paused a moment. Had the knife hit the target? He came closer to the bushes. Suddenly someone burst out of the brush and tackled him. He was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the scout and he was pinned up against a tree. The scout had a cut on his cheek. He'd missed then, but just barely.
The scout's attack and hold on him was clumsy and obviously not practiced much. Sterling was able to easily slip out of the man's grasp. He darted behind him, inching towards the brush. The scout spun around to face him.
"Look," Sterling said, "This doesn't have to get ugly. Just turn around and go back and let me go my way."
The scout snorted.
"I don't think so."
"You can't fight me. We both know you're not cut out for it," Sterling said.
"We'll see about that," he said, and he lunged.
(Alright, I've got to go to bed. Don't interfere just yet. Let Xiah, Cass, and company talk things out a bit. I've still got things I want to write. Good night.

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