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WHO: Henry Tudor, Richard the Lionheart and Wrath
WHAT: Kicking Henry's ass for threatening George and Patrick but mostly George.
WHEN: ...tonight? (I don't know!)
WHERE: Henry's
WARNINGS: violence and maybe death, depending on how this goes! But no one worthwhile dies ;)

By the time Richard had texted Wrath Henry's address, she was already halfway out the door. Having thrown on some jeans, a t-shirt and some converse, she felt ready to kick the ass of the guy who was trying to send demons after her lover.

Nevermind George could take care of himself. That wasn't the point. No one was going to threaten George and get away with it. Yeah, and Patrick too maybe a little.

She met Richard a few blocks away from Henry's house and she threw the cigarette she had been puffing on to the side. "Hey," she called to him. "I'm ready to get my fists bloody. You?" She really liked Richard, and it helped that he was willing to fight for George too. She could pump him all full of wrath if needed, but she thought he might have enough of that on his own.

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Henry went sprawling as Richard landed a jolly good blow on the side of his head. He landed in a heap on the floor, his ears ringing. He was good at wrestling and excellent at jousting and sword fighting, but this was not a wrestling match. He didn't have a lance or a sword.

He was going to lose, but he refused to accept that. He was king, no matter what Richard said.

With a growl, he pulled himself off the ground and threw himself towards Richard and Wrath.

It was Wrath's smaller form which made it easy for her to get to him first. She was quick and efficient. When she reached him she kicked his legs out from under him and then raked her nails across his face. "Don't you ever fucking threaten George again! ...or Patrick too."

He'd learned long ago to trust whoever he fought besides, because to not do so meant you could take wounds from your allies. So he trusted Wrath, even when Henry flew at him and only blinked when Henry fell on his face.

"She has a point." He picked up the sword and set it over Henry's heart. "The laws of chivalry demand I let you plead your case. Don't think I won't strike an opponent down when he's obviously weak. I'm not that chivalrous. So tell me Tudor. What keeps me from killing you?"

Henry stared up at Richard and though he was terrified, he did his best not to let it show. He wasn't about to give Richard the satisfaction. Let the bastard run him through. He'd be back. "Do it," Henry hissed.

Wrath went to touch Richard's shoulder. "It's letting him off easy if you do that."

Wrath was right, even though he really wanted to run Henry through. He remained quiet for a moment before removing the blade. "A Sin just saved you Henry. Do consider that."

He set the sword down and went to grab Henry's hands, then his belt, to tie his hands up. "Just so you won't try calling anyone. You can expect some friends of mine in about an hour." He rose then and picked up the sword again before looking to Wrath. "He's all yours, then we can go."

Henry grunted and struggled to get away, but it was useless. Wrath looked at Richard and she beamed at him before crouching low. Her crawl towards Henry was animalistic and he stopped trying to get free of his bonds when he saw her creeping towards him.

Wrath's face twisted as she let just a little bit of the human façade drop. Her eyes glowed crimson and everything became more angular. Her teeth grew to points and her fingernails to claws. She let him get a good look and then she was on him, punching, ripping and tearing at him. She was relentless and she didn't care if she was shredding his clothes or his skin. It was all open season.

In an attempt to make sure he didn't lose too much blood, she let up well before she was actually ready. Her human form returned and then she levelled an expert kick right to his balls and Henry curled in on himself, whimpering and gasping for breath.

"Don't you fuck with any of my people again, or what I just did to you will seem like a fucking holiday, asshole," she growled at him. "I'm Wrath. You do not want to fuck with me."

It was a little disconcerting watching Wrath like that. He'd even had to step back to not get caught in a wave of what she brought up. His temper was already burning bright.

"Remind me not to piss you off any time soon." He motioned to the front door. "It'll take him a moment to get out of those come on. I'll get you a drink."

Wrath smiled at Richard, trying to make it reassuring. She glanced back at Henry who was still moaning, and then she stepped towards the door. "Don't worry, you're safe," she assured Richard. "All of George's people are safe."

He smiled at her, "I know," he did trust and like her. George had always accepted him, so Richard could only do that in return. "It's still the point of it all though." He held the door open for her before following her. "Thanks. For letting me come along. Fucking bastard doesn't get it."

"I don't understand how anyone can be so wrong," she said, falling in step beside her friend. "What a fucking jackass. Do you know what he did to George and Patrick? Were you there?" It hadn't ever really come up and she felt a little out of the loop.

He shook his head, "I wasn't. I only came back after Anne was crowned so I missed a bunch. Then when Henry defied the Church I left for the countryside. I heard it all from George after. He then talked me out of raising an army to go lay siege to London. He should have let me, honestly. I can take Henry. He's not half as clever as he likes to think he is."

"I'm going to hear about this from John," he gave as an afterthought. "Because my brother is wonderful at choosing friends." He sighed. "You alright though? I know what it's like to have someone threaten someone you love, even if they can look after themselves." He cleared his throat, "and with the whole kerfuffle with your siblings. You know. I will listen. I know family squabbles rather well."

"I should probably just ask George," Wrath decided, being strangely logical about it. She felt good. She had been able to let go of herself a little and it had been wonderful. "I reckon you could take him with your pinky finger."

"Your brother likes Henry? Weird. He seems so horrible." She went silent when Richard asked if she was okay. That was something she wasn't used to from anyone except George and Patrick. "I...I'm fine. I was worried but that's taken care of. And my siblings...it's complicated."

He nodded, "sometimes the smartest idea." he chuckled, "eh I have contacts he doesn't and I'm willing to pull rank on him." He shrugged, "Henry doesn't realize that. Not yet anyway. He will soon enough."

"John has his moments. He's seeing an eighteen, or nineteen, year old mortal and he's not told her anything. And she's living with him now." He nodded. He had a long standing look on life that unless people wanted it, he didn't pry. "I know how that can go but alright."

"I like that," she grinned at him. "You're all powerful and shit. It's sexy as fuck. You should tell Alexander!"

Wrath made a face at John's shenanigans. "Well that's a motherfuckin disaster waiting to happen. Poor girl doesn't know what she's dealing with. My siblings...they mean well. And I think Greed and Sloth don't hate George any more. The rest still do. Sometimes I do feel like the worst sin ever, but like I can do shit about it and be all fucking miserable again?"

He laughed, "Alex knows and he's got just as many contacts as I do. It is kind of hot." He grinned to that.

With a sigh he nodded, "I feel worse for the girl. She doesn't deserve that drama, nor the drama our family brings." He gave Wrath a smile. "I don't think you are, if it helps. George has never once judged me, not even during the times where who I was was considered a bad thing. He accepted me. I'd be a shitty friend if I couldn't do that for him."

Wrath snorted, "yeah you two belong together."

"Yeah. Poor girl. Greed's with a mortal too, but she knows what she's getting into, you know? You have to tell 'em," she said with a shrug. His next words made her smile more widely than she usually did around anyone who wasn't George. "Thank you," she said softly. "You're nice."

The irony of saying that as they walked away from the man they had just beaten the crap out of was totally lost on her.

He shrugged to that, "I can't attest to that. We're both very alike and that works. We'll know when we argue. We both got tempers on us."

He had to chuckle to that, "no. I'm not. I'm just loyal and George is the brother I wanted. And you're pretty awesome yourself."

"George and I do too," she said, in what was probably the most obvious comment ever. "And it works."

She blushed and pushed lightly at Richard's arm. "Don't be dumb, I'm an asshole. I just don't understand why anyone would want to hurt George."

And I'm very happy it does. It's good seeing George happy." Smiling he let her push him and grinned. "Well according to Henry the title never goes away so as King I declare you awesome."

He chuckled, "I don't get it either."

Wrath let her jaw drop open in faux-shock. "That's cheating, your highness! But I'll fuckin' take it, why the fuck not. What kind of drinks are you buying me? I like jagerbombs. Those fuckers'll fuck you up."

"It's not cheating if I declare it not cheating. Royal perks are pretty awesome." Chuckling he walked to a nearby bar. "And if the lady wants jagerbombs I will buy her jagerbombs."

"Snazzy perks," she said with a sage nod. "Fuckin' awesome! So many jagerbombs. You're the best."

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