No time for dark fairy antics.

Bowen needed to get to Aster and this red temptress wouldn't stop him. Leaping for the entrance, he cleared the opening before a vice-like grip fastened around his ankle and hauled him back into the hollow. Lilith firmly planted a cloven hoof on his back, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "That wasn't very smart green man, I might think you didn't enjoy my company." She was strong... but she was still a fairy.

"I have no time for you, I need to help Aster and you won't stop me!" Pushing up, he sent Lilith reeling backwards, once again jumping for the entrance. It wasn't till he was falling did his confidence falter and he realized he was over ten feet off the ground, "AAAAaaah!" wwwweeeeee- WHUMP
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Am I dead?

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**** doesn't hurt this much. The impact rattled him to his core but he was able to stagger to his feet in time to get slammed back against the tree by the irate demonette, "You DARE?!" Bowen slammed his head into her nose, breaking her hold, "I-cough-dare."

The demonette staggered backwards, black blood dripping from her nose and steam almost literally coming out of her ears. Swallowing hard, Bowen readied his fists. There was no way he'd be able to outrun her with those wings and he had nowhere to hide she couldn't follow, so he'd have to overpower her. She might be a bit bigger but he was confident that he was the stronger. At least, he hoped so. Lilith leapt at him, horns thrust forward, hooves gouging the dirt. Bowen dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding her horns but catching a swipe of razor-like claws across his chest, "Argh!" Wow she's fast!

Bringing his fists down on her shoulders he flattened her to the ground, where she kicked his legs out from under him and he landed heavily on top of her. They thrashed on the ground, all swiping claws and swinging fists, till Bowen was able to get an arm around her throat and hung on for dear life. A few seconds of deftly shielding his face from her claws and she went limp in his arms, "Whew..." He released his hold, flopping onto his back.

That was... close. The Treemen brawled for entertainment, he never thought of himself as particularly good but that experience was probably what kept him alive. Most of the scratches on his body were already sealing over with sap but he wouldn't have been able to shake off a hit from those horns as easily. Pushing her off, Bowen staggered to his feet. He stole a last timid look at Lilith's still bare chest but set off at a run for the house when she groaned weakly.