(All for you Katrina. Kaz if I type something wrong, tell me. I’ll change it.)

It’s one thing to play with fire, and not know the dangers of getting burned. It’s a hole other story to have been burned, and still find fire just as entertaining as before. Sara was a healer, and fire was something she had experienced several times in her life. When she was little, her healing factor had been tested to it’s fullest. She’d been burned by flame, by irons, by chemicals, by men, by anything someone could think up. She had the luxury of physical healing, and only two scars to prove the perfection of her power wrong. Both of witch happened to be burn.

Years ago, men decided to take her healing ability as a personal challenge, in giving her, her code number. It took over fifty tries, before the burn even began to stick, but Sara was branded with her code number 0623, in the back of her right shoulder blade. In the camps, Sara was given a new scar. It turns out the band she was fitted with, around her wrist, activated when ever her power kicked in. Sara stubbed a toe, and instantly got electrocuted. Then she would be electrocuted again, while healing from the first, and so on, and so one. It wasn’t till the last few weeks, of the camps, that Sara lost the fur, in a ring around her wrist. This scar she chose to cover with a hardened black leather arm band that covered from the back of her knuckles, up to her elbow.

Two scars caused by burns. Yet here Sara was, playing with Fire, again.

Sara stood with her hands on her, tilted, hips, staring at the current target of her curiosity. She had been living n the streets of New York, moving from warehouse to warehouse, every few weeks. Hoping to avoid attention. Most of her choices, of temporary residences, were so run down, there was actual cracks in their pluming, foundation, what ever a crack could make it’s self a crack in. The one that she was looking at now, was different. It was tall, the outer wall looked neglected, with it’s ripped, rusted fire escape, but when Sara got a chance to look in the windows, she was shown a different story. There was already someone living in this warehouse, and they had good taste in furniture.

In fact in Sara’s opinion, this individual was quite spoiled. A check on their roof, revealed the smell of barbeque. There was a door on the other side, that a semi could fit in, and their living room was full of seating areas. New seating areas.

Who ever this individual was, they had Sara’s curiosity fully peaked. Her ears flicked back and forth. Listening for more of those motion detectors and cameras she had run across, on the street below. She might of missed them before, but on this block, she had singled out three cameras, and five motion detectors. And disconnected them from the power source. No doubt there were others hooked up, that she missed. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She could be being watched from any direction right now… creepy… .. ..Her ears flicked back against the back of her head. Yeah. She was doing something incredibly stupid, and yeah, she was more than likely about to have a surprise, some how. Things liked to burn Sara.

At the foot of the fire escape remains, Sara dropped the long hooded coat she had been warring. Before she looked like a clomped up homeless person. Without the coat, she looked sleek. Even with her backpack, that gave the shoulders of her coat a hunched look, could clearly be seen that it was designed to cling correctly around her shoulders so closely, it looked like it could be a part of her dark red tank top.

Sara made her way up the wall, using the remains of the fire escape, when the parts stuck out enough that they would help, at all. The rest of the time, the tips of her claws found crevices in the brick. The clime to the floor with the seating area, took her less than two minutes.

At the window, she used a diamond tipped knife to make a circle in the glass, much like in the movies, and traced a lopsided shape out. Unlike the movies, making a perfect circle, while clinging to the side of the building, was harder that it looked.

Sara popped the piece of glass out, then tossed it over her shoulder, where the glass shattered on the street below. She then swung herself, feet first, through the hole, to have a look inside. Curiosity. Worst comes to worst. Sara could blame that.

Having decided the tv in the living room wasn't big enough, Kaz had moved down to the theater for his movie marathon: Enter the Dragon, Rumble in the Bronx, The One, Chronicles of Riddick. Having a near unlimited supply of popcorn and pop at his disposal, Kaz was content to spend hours zoning out to his favorite movies.

His chair almost fully reclined, with is feet up, he munched his popcorn happily...until his palm-pilot began to make a very odd sound. He was wrapped up in the movie to check it at first. Some minutes went by before the sound went off again, and then again. Irritated Kaz picked it up to turn it off when he realized what it was doing. It was the security alarm. The movie forgotten just before the big fight in The One, he checked the situation out.

One of the cameras had been disconnected, <Damn kids.> He thought before he realized a motion sensor and a second...third and fourth camera had been taken out, along with a few other motion sensors. <No way some punks would be doing that.> He sat straight up in the chair and put his feet on the ground. He tapped a few buttons, the movie paused as the security cameras transfered to the screen. Kaz flipped through the cameras until he caught some movement. Zooming in with four cameras, one infrared, two nightvision and one normal. He was taken aback momentarily as he saw the form, a walking man..no, cat-woman of sorts.

She seemed to have little to no trouble climbing up the wall to the window. Nor did she have any problem cutting through the window with some tool before tossing the cut out glass to the ground below. Kaz wanted to go upstairs and beat the, obvious, mutant to a bloody pulp, but he was also curious. She swung herself through the window easily. He knew she was in the living room.

Who is she? Why is she here? How did she know about this place? What will she do? How many ways to make her regret ever thinking about touching his property?

It was obvious he was going to make a few improvements around the warehouse, he could thank this person for showing him that. Kaz leaned back in his chair and switched to the cameras inside the warehouse to watch this cat-woman. Picking up and hand full of popcorn he popped individual pieces into his mouth as he chewed with a sly grin on his face, full of curiosity and malice.

Sara landed softly on her feet. Ok so WereCat: 1, Warehouse:0… so far…Not that anyone was keeping count…

She stood there, near the window, but out of an outsider’s view, for a few seconds, to take in her surroundings. Her ears flicked back and forth, as her nose wiggled, and her eyes seemed to dilate, as they looked at the different objects. Nice new chairs. The carpeting felt good on her feet. Heck, if there was an air freshener, it wasn’t the cheep type that gave Sara a head ache. The only flaw in the room was the broken window. Tisk, tisk, tisk… oh right…

Well it was the owner’s fault for making his home so enticing to those that were driven by curiosity. How much did window’s cost again? She pulled two twenty dollar bills out of her pocket, and placed them on the sill of the broken window. There. She was helping. Forty dollars wouldn’t cover the entire loss, but she did just say, in her head, that this was the owner’s fault. The cash wasn’t hers anyways. Ha! Who’d hire her for honest work?

She slinked to the couch, inspecting the throw pillows, one of witch she picked up and took with her. Hugging it like some kid would hug a stuffed animal that belonged to another little kid. She checked the end tables, the TV, that she couldn’t see the top of. Someone either loved company, or was rich enough to just buy a bunch of furniture… that matched… and could watch TV….

She strolled around, still hugging the throw pillow. Sara peaked in through the doors, finding beds, and bathrooms, till she came across the kitchen.

Kaz watched with curiosity as the mutant rummaged though her pocket for a moment and put something on the window sill. He had the camera zoom in the objects. His eyes went wide to see $40. Kaz's eye twitched ever so slightly, she had the audacity to break into his warehouse and then mock him by leaving some money next to the window.

Tapping a few commands into the palm-pilot, reinforced steel plates slid slowly down to cover the windows and doors before locking in place. The two twenty dollar bills were crushed under the steel plate. Though he was annoyed, he wondered what the point was of breaking into his warehouse but leave money. It was a contradiction as far as he could see. Unless she had some ulterior motive. Now that she wouldn't be able to leave, there was no harm in messing with her.

A few more commands entered and the tv in the living room turned on. Instead of a tv station, it was just static accompanied by the annoying sound that played through the surround sound. Kaz of course didn't hear it in the theater, but his mind knew it well enough he could imagine the sound as he watched the mutant go through his living room, hugging his pillow as a child would an important toy.

Sara found the kitchen, but paused at it. Sara’s ears flicked back and forth, still holding the throw pillow to her stomach. Her nostrils flared and she took in the primary sent that came to her.

this sent was most likely, the owner of the house. He smelled... Odd. Then again, Sara knew by what he (yes she could tell by smell this was a he) was different, but his paths that he took through his own home, told her a sort of story. So she stood there in the door way to the kitchen, making a map in her head, where that smell lingered most in the room.

What this information was really good for? Nothing really. Sara didn’t know enough to make it worth while.

She was just about to step into the kitchen and rummage through the refrigerator, when there was a low mechanical hum coming from the outer walls. She back pedaled just in time, to see metal plates sliding down the windows, covering where she planned to make her exit. An Exit that was going to be nice and tidy, compared to the way she came in… Great.

Then more good news. The really big TV that all the couches and chairs in the room looked to be watching, kicked on. Sara figured not by it’s own will, and that godaweful sound echoed from the surround sound speakers.

Sara’s face scrunched up, and she dropped the pillow to cover her really big, all too sensitive ears, and leaning against the wall. Healing hurt. Especially healing sensitive ears. Why couldn’t she just go Deaf during these times? It was annoying. Painfully, annoying.

Sara stomped across the room, to the TV, and jerked the power cord to the surround sound and to the TV. If the power being cut off to that, didn’t work, she had a gun that would.

The mutant's looks were obviously not just for show. Her ears flicked around quite often, much like a cat's. It was how she seemed to 'sniff' around that really caught Kaz's attention. He wasn't sure why she was doing it, but he was sure there was a reason. Kaz had his suspicions that she had better than human senses. She confirmed it when she oh-so-obviously heard the metal plates on the windows before she saw them as well covering her ears to the sound from the stereo system began.

He had to laugh as he watched her unplug the tv and surround sound. The sound didn't stop completely, just in the living room area, but it still played in the rooms and the floors below. Tapping his fingers against his chin as he thought of another way to toy with the mutant intruder. A few taps on the palm-pilot and the lights went out all through the building, minus the theater room. Another few commands, the auto-targeting system went active. From selected areas of the walls, ceiling and floor, small panels slid back, red targeting lights aimed themselves at the mutant as they locked on via thermal imaging.

At his command the surround sound cut off, except for his voice. "You picked the wrong place to break into kitty-cat." From the multitude of speakers and the somewhat soft tone, his voice seemed to echo from all around the building, some speakers relaying his words slightly after or before others. Since the lights were out, he couldn't see the mutant as clearly as before, though he still watched her thermal image on the screen.

Sara’s palms clapped back over her ears as soon as she pulled the cord, and the sound she expected to die, didn’t. The lights went out completely, even for Sara, thanks to the metal sheets on the windows. Her pupils dilated fully, and she could make out hints, of light lines around the edges of the windows, but that only worked to give her an idea of where the walls were. She couldn’t see them well enough to guarantee that she wouldn’t run into them, nor could she see the lay out of the room and she kicked herself wishing that she’d taken the time to give herself a better mental map of the rooms layout.

Sara took to hesitant steps forward, before the sound cut off. Giving her head lots of relief. There was more sliding sounds, and Sara couldn’t pin point where all of them came from, with her sense of hearing still in repair. Sara stood in place, letting her hands drop to her sides. For a second there she stood there, in the absence of her own site. Trying to map a number of steps back to the one place she hadn’t investigated yet. The stairs. With no way out on this floor, she’d have to do some exploring. Sure, she had a way with her, of making a way out, but that would, one, hurt, and two, not be fun. Ach! Fun. Why was she even thinking of fun at a time like this?

Red lights made lines straight for Sara, from all directions, solving her problem if sight. The lights highlighted off of the floor, ceiling, furniture, giving Sara a red outline of the room. Even an odd, red, outline of where the lights came from, and where they aimed. Her. Sara’s top suddenly looked like it contracted one bad case of the chicken pocks… No good can come of clothing articles suddenly contracting bad cases of the chicken pocks. “Ah Crap…” The words slid out of Sara’s mouth, but didn’t sound completely terrified either. Something Sara didn’t quite understand, herself.

"You picked the wrong place to break into kitty-cat."

Sara’s hands went to her hips and she stood there with her shoulders back and her feet about a foot apart. Looking like a kitty Peter Pan wannabe. “No kidding Sherlock!” she yelled back at where ever that voice was coming from.

This was becoming a bad pattern. Sara getting into trouble, having to heal a lot, and finding herself out of trouble. A month ago she found herself being chased, by a guy with a gun, after having stolen information. She could have taken him out, but instead, she’d toyed with him, till Sam stepped in. Letting him chase her, and letting him shoot her. It wasn’t like she was being quiet on the street either. On her pick pocketing sprees, there were times when she walked in the middle of a crowd to take a target’s wallet, only to put it back, and see if she could take it again. Then there was back at the jewelry store, when the light manipulator caught up to her. She counted two times she definitely could have gotten away, before she actually chose to.

Looking back, those times were so stupid. Sara knew they were stupid at the time, much like she knew breaking into this warehouse was stupid, yet she had done it anyways. Was Sara really becoming that much of an adrenalin junky? Nahhhhh….

Eyeing where the lights were coming from, Sara began to talk to the stairs. She could stay put and be stuck, or she could just move forward. How fast forward, depended on the weaponry that was pointed at her.

Kaz laughed at the mutant's response. "You have a sense of humor! I'm glad to hear it." He spoke throughout the building again, "I hope you're having as much fun as I am."

Kaz began debating with himself if he should leave the theater and meet the mutant himself or continue messing with the kitty-cat. She already had 15 or so various weapons trained on her. Many of which were lethal, while others were painful or able to paralyze or incapacitate her. He imagined what might happen if he started pelting her with rubber bullets.

He decided to wait as the mutant moved toward the stairs. Kaz's face pulled into a sinister smirk. The weapons in the living room followed her until she was halfway down the stairs and could no longer target her. She was heading to the Game floor, where the theater was located. She'd be on the other side of the floor from where he was. It would be almost impossible not to notice the large room. As with the floor above, this one also had weaponry extract themselves from the ceiling and walls and again trained themselves on her as she began her decent.

He had nearly forgotten a security measure built into the stairs. Switching to their controls he triggered the 'Jacob's Ladder'. A large amount of electricity began to build up quickly. It started with the very bottom and top of the stairs, electricity sparked and arched between the poles of the railing and the center pole, moving vertically until at the railings height, the arc snapped and started over again. This repeated with each step and railing quickly. Kaz had set it to work from bottom and top and work toward the center where the mutant was.

It was obvious what would happen if the mutant stood and did nothing: She'd be electrocuted and most likely die.

Sara’s ears flicked back, in response to the laugh, that she could hear through the intercom. Taking on her normal poses and action, Sara continued walking as if there were no weapons, of unknown possibilities, aimed at her. Sara wasn’t fearless, but what ever was going to happen, Sara didn’t have much that she could do about that. Just try to dodge. It was better to continue, forward through the building, without prompting them. Standing still and fretting her situation wouldn’t get her anywhere.

"You have a sense of humor! I'm glad to hear it."

“Funny. Normally I’m told I have a smart mouth.” Sara’s arms spread a little as she checked her chicken pox covered shirt. Exactly how fast could those targeting systems make those weapons move?

"I hope you're having as much fun as I am."

Sara hit the stairs, and started moving down. “You could come out and join me.” She tilted her head. Yeah ok. Go a head and give him some teasing. Turn about was fair play. He had Weapons of unknown possibilities trained on her, but turn about was fair play. “You know. The more the Merrier.” You know I’m here, so come out come out where ever you are, Sara thought to herself. A little frustrated, a little amuse, and working on not letting her nerves get the better of her.

Half way down the stairs, she was safe from the weapons on the top floor. The same sounds happened on the lower floor, and She paused listening to the next floor. Hearing similar sounds. Oh great. Then, Just to show all you lovely thread readers out there, that things really can get worst, the air a head of Sara crackled. The air behind her crackled, and then there was light.

The crackling light was a sharp contrast from the dark, with it’s red beams from those targeting systems. Sara lifted her hand, in front of her face, to shield her face with a shadow, while the pupils of her eyes contracted. “Oh you keep making things better and better.” Sara mumbled as she watched the electricity climb up the first railing and move into the next. Taking in the pattern.

Sara moved one foot back to brace against the stair behind her. Dodge up or dodge down? Up? Down? Up Down? Wow those ere going fast.

Ok. So down. Sara crouched on the steps, flattening herself as low as possible, but with the elevation the steps gave her, she had no chance of avoiding the Jacob’s ladder, electricity. So, that left her with up.

The low, pose, of hers helped her push off of the steps. Giving her swift grace, while her back foot, braced against the side of the step behind her, gave her propulsion. Sara aimed to shoot between the rising electricity current of the Jacob’s ladder, and the bottom of the steps, above, from the spiral stairs. Her body arched and twisted a she passed over the electricity, doing her best imitation of Super matrix cat, and Sara felt her fur stand on end, as if she’d rubbed it with a rubber balloon. Ha! Take that Mr. I have a big Warehouse and weapons of unknown-

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“AWRAAHHHHHHH….”

Apparently Sara’s body got the memo about not getting stuck in the electrical beam, but Sara’s tail didn’t. Her shoulders were tucked down, with her arms moving forward, to catch herself, when her tail got the bright idea to flick down, with her balance. Sometimes Sara swore the stupid appendage plotted against her.

Sara’s muscles instantly bucked and her body contorted. She didn’t remember when her hands hit the steps on the other side of the Jacob’s ladder, but she knew her arms had collapsed under her weight. Sara tumbled, like a rag doll, down the last few steps, where she collapsed to a stop, face down, into the floor. Her muscles shook for a few seconds, and her body desperately went to heal the damage. Smoke rose from Sara’s body, and the air filled with the sent of singed fur.

Sheer proof that, no, cats don’t always land on their feet. As if Sara didn’t prove that enough, without the help of electricity.

Kaz heard the kitty mumble something and crouch low. He was leaning forward far enough a slight breeze would knock him out of his seat. The mutant woman took off with a very nice leap. Over the raw electricity she flew. He had a gut feeling she was going to make it past the stairs, whether he was upset or not at the thought, he couldn't decide.

Standing with a cheer and a deep laugh, Kaz clapped his hands as Miss. Kitty's tail got caught, sending her into, what he thought of as, convulsions. His smug smirk stayed on his face, deciding what his next move was.

Kaz opened and shut the door to the theater silently after deactivating the weapons, including the jacob's ladder. He made his way past the arcade games, bowling alley, batting cages and other such things that he used rarely. The floor was pitch black, not that it impeded him at all as he moved to the side wall just a few yards from where the intruder lay on the ground in pain. He waved his hand over the wall, a softly lit 'locker' opened from the wall. Kaz reached in and took two metal rods each around eight inches long.

He didn't bother closing the locker as he walked towards Miss. Kitty. As he did, he straightened his shirt. "You stink." He said as he absently waved his hand in front of his face to 'wave away the stench'. His tone was one of disgust as he flicked his wrists, extending the rods to two one and a half foot batons.

Kaz poked the mutant in the side with his foot. "You're not dead, I suppose that's good. I haven't decided if you'll stay that way for long or not." He walked around the mutant tapping the batons together at the ends before crouching in front of the mutant. Tilting his head to look her, somewhat, in the eyes. "Tell me why I shouldn't end your life right here, right now." His tone was one of finality, it left no room for doubt that if she didn't answer, or answered wrong, he would have no qualms about ending her.

Sara hated getting electrocuted. Electrocution wasn’t fun. At least getting shot or stabbed, the pain was isolated in one area, and Sara had control of her muscles. Even getting burned was more enjoyable. And poison had nearly no effect on her. Electrocution involved her entire body being fried. Actually baked and she didn’t have control of the erratic muscle movements. She always imagined herself looking like a fish flopping desperately on the sand. Not a graceful moment.

She took a deep breath, that hissed into her longs, though her dry throat. Breathing actually burned a little, but she needed the oxygen. The breaths slowly came in easier and that’s when she noticed the light from the locker on the wall. A comment about her stink, from just being electrocuted was made and Sara let out a dry laugh as she connected his voice to the one that had rang out over the intercom. She’d love to see how well he smelled after who knows how many volts of electricity ran through his body.

She slowly moved her right for arm so that it was supporting her shoulders and head. Her left arm was left folded under her body. She chose to watch his shadow for his movement rather than waiting energy to lift herself far from the floor, yet. Better to wait and heal rather than risk moving too much, trigger an attack, and not be fully healed. Her right ear flicked when he nudged her with his foot, but other then that, she kept watching his shadow, till he was kneeling in front of her.

Her chin lifted enough that she could tilt her head and stare right back into his eyes. By this time the dry wheeze to her breathing had become nearly silent and her eyes showed no fear, yet. She’d been given death threats before, and her heart still beat. She was going to try to be rational in this part, but at the same time, she never backed down. “I can tell you that I’m no threat to you, however I just entered, what I assume I your home, and you don’t know that I won’t test your security again.” The ball was in his court. “Oh and I did leave you fourty bucks towards that window.”

Kaz kept eye contact with the woman as she responded. He let out a deep breath. "Oh yes, the $40. Thank you so much for that." The baton moved to jab her in the ribs With a light, almost unnoticeable flick of his thumb, the baton above the grip began to crackle with electricity. "You're a bit slow in the head aren't you." He flicked the switch again, from the first to the second of the three settings.

"You broke into my property, you insult me by 'leaving' money as if that'll make things right?" He snorted a bit. "And when you're confronted and obviously at a disadvantage...." His voice trailed off as he shook his head slightly. He whipped the other baton in a diagnal slash, meant to crack the end into the mutant's temple.

She saw the flick of the first baton coming, though she didn’t do anything. To her knowledge it wasn’t enough to really attack. At least that is what she thought till she felt the shocks. Air hissed back into her lungs and her head jerked, with her eyes squinting, instead of holding the straight expression. She felt her healing ability kick in again, and mend the lighter damage, but that didn’t change much, on the outside. After all. The room still smelled like cooked cat. Ok so maybe she could admit that now, she wasn’t feeling nearly as smart and as smug as she first thought she was.

"You broke into my property, you insult me by 'leaving' money as if that'll make things right?"

“Better than taking it. I could have done that.”

"And when you're confronted and obviously at a disadvantage...."

Out of the corner of Sara’s eye she registered that another, much faster attack was coming. Though still not her speed of fast. Rather than letting the tap come shove pushed her arms down, shoving herself off of the ground. The end of the baton zoomed under her chin, and she pushed her forward with her feet. Once the man’s arm had past her so the outside of his arm, was towards her, she tried to grab a hold of his hand, holding the baton. Her other arm moved under his, and as she tried to pull him forward, twisting his hand so he might get just a little tap of his own electricity, in the face, Sara tried to shove the edge f her other hand, holding her fingers stiff, and using the momentum of her body, into his ribs. Not really caring if she got herself shocked in the process, that’s what healing was for. She’d experienced much worst.

“I’m better off than you’d think.” Quite a fast recovery for just being fried.

((OOC: "the edge f her other hand" I'm assuming that's a knife chop of sorts, unless you mean to jab your fingers into his ribs. I'll go with the chop, if it's different let me know.))

Kaz wasn't surprised when the mutant pushed off the ground to avoid his strike. He wasn't surprised when she charged him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, which he allowed until it became inconvenient. Just as quickly as he had turned the baton on, he turned it off and adjusted it's angle while in the mutant's grasp so that it missed his face by an inch or so. He watched unimpressed as her other arm passed under his, her fingers stiff as she landed a chop to his ribs. He didn't react, having fought all his life, his body conditioned to take and deal with hits.

“I’m better off than you’d think.” <She heals, and fast it seems.> Kaz's expression didn't change as he looked her in the eyes. His tone was flat. "Obviously at a disadvantage."

He may not be able to see perfectly well with the current lighting, but he knew where he was: next to the wall. As fast as he could, he kicked off the ground, toward the wall, tucked his legs under him as he became horizontal and kicked off the wall. As he did this, he twisted his hand arm add in pulling his body was doing, it would be enough to break almost anyone's hold. A click of a button had the batons retract to their original size before he let go of them. With the rebound from the wall, he crossed his arms and angled them toward the mutant's neck. He was going for a throw: grab whatever he could hold on to with his hands, go over top of her, use her body as an anchor while he went over so he would land in a crouch, and combine his momentum with a pull to send her flying. If that didn't work, he'd be satisfied with smashing her into the ground his crossed forearms crushing her windpipe.

(That was right about her hand. The tips of her fingers would have had claws.)

She felt his wrist twist under her hand and the corner of her mouth sort of twitched. She was reminded of the way stubborn kids managed to break the grasp of those that wished to hold their hands in the park. Stubborn 4 year olds who couldn’t wait to run to the slides, at the playground were familiar with the technique to break big mommy’s hold. It was about time she saw an adult who remembered it. Though based on the room she was in, with all it’s big games, she wondered how adult he actually was. Big kid, big toys. As evident as the stairs with the shocking tail.

Even after the incident in the stairs, that she believed this man to have control over, Sara wasn’t looking for an out right fight. She was looking to fill her curiosity, witch was currently happening now that she met the one she believed to own the warehouse, and then she was looking to find a new way out. What ever moves she did make, were reactions.

"Obviously at a disadvantage."

Her head tilted and her right ear flicked and twitched. Riiiiiggggghhht. It wasn’t that she was necessarily a show off, or that she was thinking she was underestimating the man, because so far, he was rather impressive, but at the same time, she had yet to be out maneuvered by a person, human or mutant, who wasn’t an elemental. Sure this one was speedy and he was strong, but he was still within the human limits and Sara’s instincts based on movement, saw a lot of where his movement was generally going.

Sara’s eyes were completely dilated when the man kicked off of the wall and headed straight for her. Light reflected off of her pupils and gave the cheep effect that her eyes glowed as she dropped. Sara pushed back, and her legs instantly bent as her torso lowered. Her arms lifted to block the attack that had been headed towards her neck. (Though because of her position it had changed towards her face.) His weight was coming down, and she went with the movement, allowing her spine to curve into a roll that pushed her back onto her shoulders while her legs bent and twisted back up at his stomach. Just like the real cats fought in the wild. Claws slightly out, on her feet, due to her toes flexing. Sara wasn’t actually telling her claws to come out, yet. She aimed to send him sailing right over her.