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Blarney had not been going out of his way to pick fights lately. He really hadn't been. The time after the holidays was supposed to be for...well, for recovering from the holidays, mostly, but beyond that, for rest and rejuvenation, and he didn't really think that getting his butt kicked up and down Main Street would qualify as restful.

But he still had to go out. The Negaverse wasn't taking time off, so neither could he. So he compromised with himself, and didn't go quite as far out or follow as many complicated patterns as he normally did. There was very little roof-jumping when everything was covered in ice. He was, in fact, just about to power down and head home for a nice hot mug of cocoa when he felt - it.

Blarney's head whipped around, eyes narrowing slightly in response to the sensation. It was like a tiny pebble in the bottom of his shoe, but in his mind, which was approximately a thousand times worse, since he couldn't take his brain out and give it a hearty shake to dislodge whatever irritant was there.

No, his only choice was to either power down and skedaddle, or wait and see what meandered his way. And he wasn't going to run away - he was a Squire now, and he didn't need to flee at the slightest sign of trouble. He had his wall to protect him now, and also his shillelagh, which he gripped tighter in spite of himself, ready to swing it like a baseball bat or chuck it like a straightened-out boomerang, whichever was necessary.

The pebble in his brain was getting bigger and more obnoxious. Blarney grimaced and ducked into the shadows and waited to see what was heading his way. He knew that whatever--whoever--it was could sense him too, so the hiding was more of a formality than anything else, but even a formality could save your life, if it had to. He just wanted a second to get a good look at whoever it was, out here freezing themselves to death all for the sake of soaking up people's life and energy.