Riley returned to the dream, walking up behind Lexx. He wouldn't be seen unless Lexx wanted to see him. In that case, Riley thought it would be best to be near him where Lexx would expect him.
'Zaile has everything and has a good life,…' Riley's attention focused on Lexx. Chel was doing fine on her own, because Trasik was merely part of Lexx's dream. He knew who would win, because of how Lexx thought of Chel. She would win solely because Lexx had so much faith in her. 'Lexx has nothing and all he really wants,… is to be free and cared about.'
Chel was having a hard time maneuvering her sword. To her, it moved in slow motion. She swung it up toward herself to avoid having it smacked from her hands. Reality seeped in. It would sting her hands if she were disarmed and she might get cut. Worse, then she wouldn't have anything between herself and Trasik.
'What am I doing?' Chel asked herself, moving just out of Trasik's reach. The littan was stronger and even with a sword that was much larger than her own, she handled it deftly and savage intent.
"Come on, Little Girl," Trasik mocked, a sneer spread across her face. "He isn't worth it. You're going to get hurt." It was the tone that moved Chel. There were a few things that really annoyed Chel, one of them was being spoken to like a child and these aliens seemed to always treat her in that way. She could be somewhat patient with Riley,… but not this monster.
"That doesn't matter! I can't let YOU hurt Lexx anymore!" Chel lunged forward, hoping to take advantage of Trasik's opening. She had taken an arrogant stance, posturing with her sword, which left her stomach exposed for a few moments at a time.
