A body struck K'ile Tia, and suddenly his senses were full of the woman's scent. He could smell on her the sweat that Azeyma had pulled from her skin, the spices of Ul'dah and the rotten stink of gil, her father's blood mixed with the stench of dead Amal'jaa. The whirl of smells was dizzying, and he closed his eyes against it. Disoriented, he hit the sand hard and limp, with his tail lashing crookedly beside him and his ears pinned down against his head. He stayed that way, though. He wasn't interested in fighting back. This wasn't the fight that he wanted.
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