Evelyn could breathe. And because she could breathe, she could yell. After the initial spewing of profanities, she turned her silver blue eyes on the cat woman, and her mouth started speaking all by itself.

Well, it felt like that. She may have been responsible for some of what was said.

"Ok, I get it! You're touchy about the whole physical mutant thing but you really don't have to kill me over it! Or is it Sam? Because I swear I don't even like him, he's kind of a jerk, and if you have a crush on him I won't go near. Paws off!" Her other arm was caught by the bird mutants talon, and she started to look up at him---

And well, she decided to keep looking forward. This was a very awkward place to be held. Her echoes preoccupied themselves by trying to guess the rate the cat-woman could heal while tracking the time between removing the arrow and the eventual disappearance of the wound.

Note to self. Sara thought to herself as she watched the bird like mutant snatch the arrow that she had thrown at him, out of the air, and reloaded it back at her. She glared out from her window as she turned her shoulder sideways and narrowly avoided being hit again with the arrow. Next time she got one, she’d hold onto it and be sure to deliver it herself.

The first arrow was followed by others and when Sara hopped out of the window, she had to be careful to watch for when he was pulling the next on, then drop down so that she was crouching below the window where she’d been hiding. Mean while Evelyn had finally found the part of her voice that wasn’t meant for screaming.

"Ok, I get it! You're touchy about the whole physical mutant thing but you really don't have to kill me over it!”

Kill her? Sara wasn’t meaning to kill her. Maim maybe. She still felt angry until the next part of what Evelyn had to say came out. She had just hopped up to perch and balance on the fire escape’s railing, ready to pounce on the both of them when….

Or is it Sam? Because I swear I don't even like him, he's kind of a jerk, and if you have a crush on him I won't go near. Paws off!"

What? Sara and Sam? Sara laughed so hard that she nearly fell off of the ledge. If bird boy was aiming an arrow at Sara he’d have a high chance at hitting her, because of her laughter. Good thing the wound on her leg was nearly healed. Another moment, and it would be fully closed and the muscle tissue would be fully rebuilt. “Sam and I have more of an big sister little brother relationship. Not…. Not that.”

Hmm, not bleeding from the leg wound. Must have a healing ability, the winged man thought to himself, his golden-eyed gaze easily picking up on the fact that the cat woman's wound not nearly as crippling as it should have been. All that meant was that the Czech man wouldn't have to feel too guilty if one of his arrows caused the cat woman to fall from the fire escape and go splat on the pavement since the fall probably wouldn't kill her.

He was just pulling back another arrow and preparing to loose it while also working to gain more altitude and distance from the attacker when the cat woman started laughing about some comment that the blonde had made. Then the cat woman responded to the comment. Something about someone named Sam. Mariusz had been too concerned with fighting off the cat woman and keeping himself and the blonde airborne to really pay close attention.

"Excuse me ladies, are we through here," he asked, keeping the bowstring drawn with his hand up next to his cheek. "If we are I will refrain from putting another arrow in you. If we are not, I am given to understand that felines are not so good at the midair course correction thing and you are obviously getting ready to... leap? Pounce? I have heard a term called glomp? Is glomp appropriate here? I am not so familiar with slang terms."

If Evelyn had a tail, it would have lashed. The cat woman laughed at her remark. Brother-sister relationship indeed! Her mouth curled into a frown and she grit her teeth together slightly to keep from saying something back. It didn't help matters the bird man was still casually flying away with her--

Oh, well, the ground was still veeeerrryyy far away. The echoes started trying to estimate the distance and the death that would likely occur should she fall.

It was bad enough she had to deal with her apartment being destroyed. Back enough to get chased halfway across the city, bad enough to have to sneak back home because she looked too human. And then this! She was sure in hindsight things would be clearer, but for the moment she was just lost. What on earth had she done?

And why was the guy talking about glomping?

"I really just want to go home, and I feel a bit like a fish being dangled in front of a cat. I never had a problem, if she is done with her tempter tantrum..." She murmured the last bit under her breathe. Her arms were starting to hurt from the awkward position, and she hoped they wouldn't just continue to hover here long.

Sara tilted her head at the flying mutant for a moment as he attempted to define and use the exact terminology that Sara was about to do. “Glomp, I thing Is more of a hug.” Sara said with a shrug. “I think….” She could have sworn that she had seen Johnny type the turm into his phone when he was texting someone he liked.

As the flying mutant tried to get distance and height away from Sara, Sara tracked his progress. She stood with a flick of her tail and strolled across the top bar of the fire escape looking almost as if she was just strolling on the side walk. Her balance only wavering slightly here and there, and easily corrected with a flick of her tail.

Everything was starting to look much happier. Even if Talon was tracking Sara with that darn bow and arrow. Then Evelyn had to go and tell her not only that she was a cat again, but also that she was having a tantrum. A tantrum. Oh this wasn’t a tantrum. A tantrum was doing something very stupid and yelling and well… now she was going to do just that.

With a sharp snarl, Sara took a few running steps to catch up to Talon and his so called dangling little platinum haired fish. At the closest edge, Sara’s knees bent low, Her feet slid across the metal bars till her hand grabbed a hold of it, and she kicked off. Launching herself straight for Talon’s legs. Arrow or no arrow, she’d be determined to teach Blondie a lesson.

As the cat woman launched herself through the air Mariusz released the bowstring, aiming the shot for the cat woman's stomach where it would cause, in his estimation, maximum pain but only a minimal chance of death since the cat woman was clearly a healer. Beating his wings harder he tried to raise himself high enough into the air to get above the lunge so maybe the cat thing would miss all while nocking and firing a second arrow in the direction of the cat woman. She was coming in a straight line, granted right for them, but it did make shooting her much easier.

There was a thump as the cat woman hit them and latched on to the blonde and the trio began to sink towards the ground. Ok, so it was more like plummeting. Mariusz beat his wings frantically trying to hold everyone aloft but quickly realized it was a losing battle and that the cat woman thing would be what they all landed on, so he tucked his wings and accelerated the descent towards the ground. Faster sure was better than dislocating a wing trying to keep them all airborne.

At the last second, ten feet above the ground he fanned out his wings as a sort of airbrake and hoped that the action would slow their descent enough that they didn't all wind up as red smears on the pavement all the while he readied his razor sharp talons to dig into the cat woman once they reached the ground. With luck the fall would damage the cat woman enough that he'd be able to put an arrow through her head and then fly off with the blonde. The cat woman was a healer, an arrow to the head wouldn't kill her, right?

There was a thump and some flying feathers and fur as the trio hit the ground hard. Mariusz immediately moved to plunge his taloned fingers into the closest bit of fur that he could find and then tried to roll off the cat woman and into a firing position as he reached for another arrow.

There was a certain defining point when Evelyn realized she'd said the wrong thing. The laughter stopped, a roar emerged from the woman's mouth, and then the feline came barreling down the building and launched herself at them. For a moment she seemed to just be hovering in the air as Evelyn closed her eyes and braced herself for impact. Then the claws hit her arm and shoulder, and a cry of pain escaped her mouth. Each claw felt like a knife stabbing into her skin, the weight and momentum ripping through skin. Her echoes couldn't pinpoint where the claws moved, shock settling in and leaving her in numb bewilderment. Then a new sensation took over.

Falling.

Being thrown was one thing. The ground got further away but before the fear could really get set in, it stopped. Now, they were moving in the opposite direction, and stopping could only mean pain and possible death. Evelyn struggled against the woman now dragging them from the sky, uncaring of where the claws and teeth were. The echoes were screaming one thing and one thing only. Stay on top.

Dumb dumb dumb. For someone who is supposed to be smart, how could you be so--

Then they hit. Pain broke through her thoughts and the echoes skipped like a broken record in her head. In the struggle, she lost her hold on the man with one arm. Then, after the rather floundered braking, cat hit, then Evelyn and she tumbled to the pavement, asphalt tearing where her shirt wasn't already torn by claws. Even though landing on the other woman softened the fall, her breathe left in a painful whoosh, and her arm collided with the cats in an agonizing bone on bone crack. Tears sprung to her face, and she curled her legs to her stomach, trying to deal with the overload in her body and head.

Dumb dumb dumb...

Arrow number one? Well that wasn’t a trouble at all. Sara was ready for it and she was fast in her own right. Fast enough that when she saw the first arrow being drawn, then launched, she caught it in the mid air, inches from her stomach… The second arrow on the other hand…. OK. Sara probably celebrated a little too much about the first arrow.

The Second arrow found it’s mark and Sara’s breath hissed in through her throat. The shaft berried the point deep into her sternum and Sara found one leg, of the bird like mutant to clutch, and her claws slashed across Evelyn’s arm and shoulder.

Now normally, Sara had an advantage when falling through the air, grappling with another being. She had a tail that could act as a rutter when falling through the air. However one tail did not beet two very large wings no matter how much it spun and was used to throw it’s weight side to side… So…. Landing on top of bird boy was…. Not an option.

The dropped, and Sara made a split second decision. She did this. She wasn’t aiming to kill Evelyn and falling… Sara had no clue how resilient Evelyn was, however she did know how resilient her own body was. Her arm that had done the slashing grabbed Evelyn’s arm again, this time trying not to use her claws, and shoved her up, just as Talon’s wings opened again, so that she landed on the bottom.

The wind was knocked out of her, and between hitting the ground, and the arrow plowing deeper into her body, possibly through it. Her first instinct was to shove Evelyn off of her and bird boy decided that was a good time to attack her again. His claws came down across Sara’s face, and sank easily into her shoulder. For a moment, they were a tangle of fur and feathers, and Sara did her best to attack back. One fist flying up, aimed for bird boys jaw. The other clawed hand slashed across the leather strap of his quiver so it dropped on the ground next to her. Arrows and all.

Twisting, Sara lifted a clawed foot, and aimed to smash it into his chest, and shove him away. The fast movement ripping her open wound further open. Adrenalin, kept her pushing, but in reality, lets face it, IF she wasn’t a healing mutant, she’d be dead now. Once they were both off of her, Sara rolled to her side and curled her knees pulled close and she propped herself up on an elbow. The quiver held in one hand as she did not wish for bird boy to get a hold of it again very easily. Breathing wasn’t easy, especially when she pulled on the end of the arrow, wishing to remove it before her body healed it into her. Still, she couldn’t resist a smirk as bird boy reached for another arrow to fire at her, and she tapped her pinky claw against the side of the quiver she now held.

”I got your arrows."

Mariusz felt the fist of the cat woman strike his jaw, heard a pop, then there was a good deal of pain. But, since there were no bits of bone sticking out of his chin he assumed that he had only dislocated his jaw rather than breaking the bone. The thought of his jaw being wired shut, having to talk through a speak-and-spell, and only eating applesauce for a month or more was not one that was terribly appealing. He reached for another arrow only to find his hand grasping at air. Looking around he quickly spotted where the quiver was, clutched in the hand of the cat woman.

"Gib dat badk," he demanded, switching his grip on the bow to swing it like a club if need be, it was still pretty heavy even for a compound bow. As he spoke he moved to place himself between the blonde and the cat woman.

"I dill gob dese," he continued, brandishing the talons on his free hand at the cat woman. "Are we done 'ere or do I gob do dare owd your throwd," he asked, still brandishing the talons at the cat woman. "I bed you can nod 'eel fwom dat. All'do you made me sownd dupid," he flipped the cat woman the bird in a very uncharacteristically bad mannered, for him, way.

"Doh, wuhd we do now?"

Evelyn stayed curled for a moment once she came to a rest on the pavement. Everything seemed to hurt, and her shoulder was sliced rather well by Were's claws. She was crying without the air to really manage a sob, tears unwillingly running into her hair. This was humiliating, and painful...

And she deserved it. Perhaps that was the worst part.

She managed to finally roll to her knees though, looking up as Talon confronted the cat who was rather smugly holding his arrows captive. After his rather vocal but mostly jumbled grumbling, Evelyn quietly spoke up. "Truce. I say what we do now is a truce. I'm sorry I ran my mouth off and I'm sorry I was ungrateful. It's been...It's been a long day..." She realized she didn't even know the name of the bird man who tried to step in, but felt silly he had stepped up to save her when it was such a petty argument. She kept her arm close to her body, hesitant to move it and make the injury worse.

"Gib dat badk,"

She eased a few inches of the arrow that was in her out. Flinching as her body had started to close up around in already. “So you can shoot at me again?” Sara smirked through the flinching. “I don’t think so.” The bird boy went on about still having talons and Sara grinned, making a face that looked sinister. Really? She could take that as a challenge. “You’d have to get through mine first pigeon.” One final squishy plop and Sara pulled the arrow free. Her hand clutched the bloody shaft and her inner arm pressed against the open wound. “And I have healed from that.” Sara pushed herself up into a crouch so that she was at least on her feet, though she was still low. Ready to move to attack, or get out of the way of an attack. Though the middle taloned digit made Sara chuckle.

"Truce. I say what we do now is a truce. “

Sara raised an eye brow at Evelyn. A truce was closer to an apology but wasn’t one yet and Sara was taking a breath, steadier yet, about to say something when Evelyn continued.

” I'm sorry I ran my mouth off and I'm sorry I was ungrateful. It's been...It's been a long day..."

“I can accept that and… Me too.” Sara said. She straightened into a standing position. The quiver of arrows tangling by it’s broken leather strap. Her amber eyes studied the bird mutant for a moment trying to judge if he was still angry enough to try to shoot her again. She ended up tossing the quiver of arrows lightly to bird boy. “If you ever shoot me again, it is on pigeon boy.”

“Evelyn. Can you walk?”

"Nexd dime I will scwamble your bwainds," the feathered man replied, catching the quiver and then slinging the bow over his shoulder again so he'd have a free hand to once again show the cat woman that she was number one in his book. Then he passed the quiver behind him to the blonde, thrusting it vaguely in her general direction without really looking since he was too busy watching the cat woman to spare a glance for passing the quiver swearing loudly in badly mangled Czech the entire time.

"No neeb do wadk," the Czech man said, holding up a hand. "We fly. She will cawwy awwows, I will cawwy herw," he continued, stepping to one side and then fanning his wings open to check them. "Wings gub, jusd jaw bwoke," he said, flipping the cat woman the bird again.

"Ivf I have to ead abblesauce for a mubf... you boff die, you firsd. Yourd endwailds will become yourd exdwailds," he continued, pointing at the cat woman with the middle digit of one of his hands. He was being rude and he didn't care. It was all the stupid cat's fault anyway. Where was Shamrock to fight cat battles when you needed her anyway?

"Come alon' nowd," Mariusz said, suiting action to words he moved to stand directly behind the blonde and slipped his arms around her waist pulling her in very tight against his feathered body. "We do dis pwoperwy dis dime," he continued, not bothering to apologize for the closeness as he might normally. His busted jaw was partly the blonde's fault too after all.

Giving a spring he jumped into the air with the blonde and beat his wings several times. Quickly enough, considering the extra weight, he got them up to a height of thirty feet which he judged to be beyond the cat woman's ability of jumping.

"Any lasd wurbs for de fuzz budket," he asked, "Day dem now din dell me where I am goading. I hab one last wemardk." He let go of one of the arms he had around the blonde's waist and flipped the cat woman the bird one more time, then he bit his thumb at her, and then flicked his chin at the cat woman. He assumed she would understand what should be universal sign language in a cosmopolitan, usually, city like New York.

To Evelyn's surprise, Werecat seemed to accept the apology without much issue, and seemed genuinely sorry on her own end. At least she had made the effort to not let Evelyn get killed when they fell. In some way, she figured the woman was temperamental, but she wouldn't have let anything permanently damaging happen to her. The echoes were having trouble really understanding the woman's behavior though. Compared to many humans, the feline personality was quicker to change and less predictable. Stress didn't make the echoes any clearer on top of that. Getting thrown and dropped and having your arm sliced open didn't exactly help.

The quiver of arrows was suddenly thrust her way, and Evelyn reached out with her good arm and took them. The bird man continued to speak in garbled language, then he pulled her against him, a bit rough considering how bruised her body was beginning to feel. Then he had pulled her in the air and she clutched to the quiver, trying to suppress the slight fear being airborn again gave her. Falling once was enough for her, and the pressure of his arm against her rips hurt.

"I don't have anything else to say... I think I've said enough already. If we can just go to the Mansion..." She muttered humbly, and stared at her arm, little lines of blood staining yet another shirt. The right arm and back were practically in ribbons now though, so there wasn't very much to stain.

For some reason, the more in appropriate hand gestures the bird boy gave Sara, the more she couldn't help but be amused. Pain was one thing, and Sara's body was at least healing so her own pain was ebbing away lighter and lighter. The hole above her gut was closing and she removed her inner arm now that it would no longer bleed freely.

"Safe flight." She mocked as they took off, and Sara was left alone in the street. Only the flying cow keeping her company with it's judgmental eyes. Her eyes looked between Evelyn and Talon's disappearing figures, and the cow, floating in the air, chewing it's cud. "What?"

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