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As he was hunched over, he chuckled when she cursed at him, saying that she found that to be a suitable name, fitting to him. Was he offended? Not in the least. He was actually rather amused by her shift; from timid to defiant. Even more so because she was not taking advantage of his current state of impairment, nor the distance between them. She was standing there. Interesting. Very interesting. Vaughn, still slightly leaning forward, raised his head as an amused smile formed as he looked at her. "Finally. The darker side of the meek, shy girl is unleashed." He had no problem helping that side of her surface, though something told him it did not happen all too often. Then again, perhaps it did. For if she had a habit of wandering on her own, he doubted any man would just walk by without giving her a second glance.

When the pain began to alleviate a bit, he stood up more straight, not taking a step forward but looking at her too carefully. It was still a bit sore, so he would wait a few moments to regain his strength. Enough so that he would be able to walk without limping, or looking like he had been on a horse for too long. "I certainly hope there is more fight left in you. I am rather enjoying this feisty side of you." Yet another remark of perversion, as he obviously showed no reluctance in saying such crude things.

She was getting bolder. Her words made that much clear to him. She was slowly steering away from remaining the shy woman to someone who was beginning to speak up. Whether this was good or bad remained undetermined. She had fully captured the attention of the nomadic knight however and he was not about to let her go. Well, that was what he thought. There were some things that no man was immune to, and one of them, was a certain anatomy of theirs that was very sensitive when directly targeted by oh say, a strong kick with a knee. So yes, Vaughn felt the full impact of it. While he did not cry out in pain, he leaned forward a bit, and in this hunched position, closed his eyes, trying to mask the intense pain he felt from the unexpected attack on his, manhood. If there was one word that was screaming in his mind, it was Ouch!

While it had proven to be rather painful for him, it put her at an advantage. He had not been expecting her to aim for that area, and so his grip loosened on her wrists. She would be able to make a clear get away for sure, but Vaughn right now was focused on making sure she had not made him...permanently injured in a very important part of his body. He would get back to her once the pain began to subside.

[HAHA! Good one Mia! I actually laughed when I read what she did.]

Vaughn was not oblivious to where her gaze intentionally, or unintentionally, trailed to. It only made his smirk broaden, especially when she seemed so shy after wards. It was greatly amusing to him, and he expressed as such by chuckling. Without having to say the words, he was assuming she knew what had entertained him so. She had now told him her name and he contemplated returning the favor. His name was no grand secret. It was just one less thing he enjoyed withholding from those he crossed paths with. There was no logical reason for this. Sometimes, it was just to test the creativity of the person asking. "Whichever name you think would suit me best." He stated, out of sheer curiosity to see what she would come up with, above anything else. It could be an insult, it could be a legitimate name. Vaughn waited with anctipation to see what he would come up with.

Now, he felt the compulsion to somehow touch up on her modesty, which as he previously established was contradictory to the way she dressed. "Now what would compel such a modest woman to dress so, provocatively?" He asked, obviously having no complaints with her garment. He just wondered why. What did she do for a living? Or maybe her outfit had nothing to do with a profession, but was just something she wore, somehow native to her culture. Either way, it had peaked Vaughn's curiosity.

She seemed to stop fighting against him which was probably for the best. She still did not look like she was going to fully submit. He had to admit that she was strong willed. Far more than he had initially anticipated. Which made this challenge even more enjoyable. Being so close to her he began to notice the small details of her. While before, he had gained pleasure in merely eying her form and exposed portions of skin. But now, he was looking at the subtle details that created the whole picture. From her incredible blue eyes that held an almost icy pigment, to the curious piercings in her ears that made her stand out and he found actually rather charming, to her long cascading curled hair that went well down her back. Yes. She was a beauty to behold and right now, Vaughn had a hold on the beauty.

He continued to smirk, shifting even a bit more closer to her. He was not about to answer her question, but rather decided to turn it around. "And you did not tell me yours." But as she had so logically pointed out previously, he did not technically ask. "Ladies first," he added, as if manners were something he was so concerned with. Considering his current position and the tears he had caused in the woman's eyes, being polite was not his highest priority.

Her reaction was what Vaughn had attempted to evoke from her. At the same time, she was crying. While he felt no sympathy towards her, it was less amusing to him when a woman lost control of her emotions. He chuckled, finding some strange sense of sadistic pleasure from all of this. She was fighting against him, and while he would not force himself on to her, the fact that she did not know that was what made this entire conversation and situation all the more funny. Well, funny to him. Clearly not funny to her. He continued to stand his ground, not budging even while she tried to push him away.

"And what will happen if I do not?" He questioned, wondering what threat she would throw at him. Or maybe he should approach this from a different perspective. He raised his hands and grabbed his wrists to stop her pounding on his chest. While it did not cause serious injury, it was not exactly the best feeling to be pounded on. Well, not like this anyway. As he held on to her wrists in attempt to cease the hitting, he spoke once again, locking his eyes on to her. "Or what will my reward be if I do?" He asked suggestively, looking at her in such a way that could very well make any woman feel objectified.

When Vaughn saw who he had heard, a bit of a smirk formed on his expression. While a knight may have stopped, desperate and all too willing to help this distressed woman, Vaughn was not an average knight. And she was about to find that out. He reached into his pocket and took out a coin, flicking it at her. He did not know what happened to put her in such a state nor did he care enough to ask. Once he flicked the coin, he continued to smirk as he spoke. "For whoever has to drag your body out of here. You may as well reward them." And with that, he continued forward, not about to waste his time. She was beautiful, yes. But she was injured and it was no fun to harass an already wounded woman. It was far more amusing when they did not act vulnerable and susceptible to help.

Vaughn did not get far, for as he walked forward, he felt a small hard object hit his head. It was enough to make him freeze in place. He slowly, as if dragging out the moment, turned around, intensely looking at her, practically ignoring all of her words. Did. She. Just. Throw. A. Rock. At. Him. How injured could she possibly be! The smirk vanished and was replaced with a cold hard stare. Despite her violent act, she had intrigued Vaughn. He took a few steps towards her, swiftly pulling out both his swords and pointing the tips of them to her neck. "I should finish the job of whomever left you here to die." Again, he did not care who attacked her, or why she was wounded. The thought that played in his head was just killing her for what she did. Then again, maybe it would prove to be more interesting to keep her alive. Either way, Vaughn stood his ground, for now.

The Forest of Balor; where things went bump in the night. Ok, well not really. But it certainly could not described as a dull place. There was always someone or something lurking about the heavily wooded area. In fact, he had come across a few men, bandits from the looks of it, who he decided to join for the sole purpose of entertainment. Vaughn avoided making ties with others and hell, he would see these people dead just as easily as if they were strangers. Never the less, he had spent the past couple of days with them, wandering aimlessly through the woods. After spending this much time with the bandits, Vaughn had reached the same conclusion he had when he made his first impressions of them: they were all idiots. They harassed passerby's, trying to get what money they could. Vaughn did not join their activities. Not because he was a noble knight of honor. But because it was just so idiotic that he would not join in on their 'fun'. It was far more enjoyable to mock them from a distance.

Upon wakling through the woods, they heard the rustling sound of leaves and a woman's voice shout out, demanding to know who was there. This immediately sparked their interest. A woman. And these men were criminals. Vaughn could only imagine what would happen when the two mixed together. And apparently, he would soon find out. Vaughn did not walk into the clearing with them though. Instead, he watched the eight men surround her, a hungry look in their eyes as they started throwing out inappropriate comments and remarks of perversion. They really were idiots. As Vaughn was dressed in the armor of a knight, he decided to step in, playing up this situation a bit. "What is going on here?" He asked as he stepped into the clear, looking at the young woman, thinking how ridiculous she looked with a sword. Never the less, she was a beautiful creature, and the other eight men noticed this evident beauty as well. Still, Vaughn acted more concerned than he actually was; pretending to be a noble knight who had come to save the damsel in distress.

Vaughn could not look away, mostly because his eyes kept resting on the exposed portions on her body. She was far too delicate to be in the middle of the woods, alone, dressed like that. Vaughn may have to teach her the dangers of such attire mixed with solitude in the woods. Of course, say for the irritating cat that clearly had a good judge of character as it already hissed at him. He was not disappointed when she turned to leave for it only meant that he would follow. He waited a few moments though, enjoying the view from behind. That was one reason he did not immediately follow. The other being so that he could give her the illusion that he would not follow. After several moments, not wanting to lose her trail, he began to follow. Taking large, slightly quickened steps after her.

When she seemed to be within ear shot, he spoke. "What is your rush? I did not even get your name." Again, he did not care, but far be it from him to allow such a sight to disappear without looking at it longer. And good god, was she such a sight. Had she no companion? What kind of person would just allow her to wander on her own. While Vaughn would never sexually assault a woman, he knew that there were others who would. He felt no compulsion to protect her. Only to remain in her company because, well, after taking a look at her did one really need to establish more of a reason?

A man with no sense of purpose grew easily bored. What little entertainment he could get, was from other people. He had been wandering through the woods for hours with no success of another human being. In a way that was both a good thing and a bad thing. Either way, Vaughn was terribly annoyed, desperately in search of something to occupy himself with. It was then that he heard light footsteps from nearby, as well as a strange jingling sound. Coins perhaps. Whoever it was, could be rich and Vaughn was always on the lookout for a suitable person to rob. Part of the fun of being clad in knightly attire, was that most others automatically assumed he was a man of honor. Vaughn was no such person, and the deception was often amusing to play out. Right now, he was intrigued by the strange jingling sound of a nearby wanderer and as he had nothing better to do, began to follow the source of the sound.

It did not take long for his gaze to rest upon a young woman. A young woman who was not dressed to her fullest. A young woman who caused a smirk to form on Vaughn's lips. This was going to be fun indeed. He stepped into view, making his presence known, though he did not speak right away. Instead, he eyed her, his gaze slowly trailing up and down her body, scanning it in a manner that was meant to make her feel uncomfortable. Now whether she would feel such was something Vaughn could not entirely control. What he did know was that he was going to have some fun with his woman, who seemed the slightest bit distressed. "Well, well. Now what would a ravishing creature such as yourself be doing in the woods all alone, with no man to protect her." He was not concerned about her safety, but was more so implying that there were indeed dangerous others lurking about. And he could certainly play that role.