blowing on the rip of her coffee cup, Sara headed back outside the muffin shop. coffee held in one hand and her communicator held in the other. She took a deep sniff of her cup, then gingerly sipped from the cups rim. Licking the whipped cream first. Wiping the extra cream away from her upper lip with the back of her sleeve. "Mmm..."

It took Sara a moment to realize that her communicator was activated. another few seconds of staring at it to remember she now needed to put the thing in her ear to hear it and not hold it in front of her face like she had before. Mentally kicking herself as she adjusted it. Hearing Sam say something about bad muffins before she quite had the volume right for her new ears.

“Muffin Man! How did Mister kitty get those muffins?”

”No idea.”

Sara stood quietly still sipping her coffee but she no longer really tasted it as she continued to listen. Feeling a bit of anxiety from the odd way the voices sounded distant and the scuffing and banging closer to the Sam's communicator. Then there was that song.

“You see. We don’t know! Oh well! Guess I’m gonna have to kill you though ..."

Sara was in motion again. Shoving her way into the muffin shop yet again. Not noticing that the glass from the door frosted over at her touch. Without a word, Sara was headed around the counter. Nate went to step in her way and after a third sip from her coffee cup, She put a hand up. "You really want to test this?" Sara asked him as the temperature in the room dropped. Nate started to get that distant look in his eyes again and Sara guessed that he was psychically trying to contact someone again. "Oh hell with it." She said picking up a stapler that was next to his register and smacked it across Nate's temple. Nate collapsed against the counter, then in front of the door that lead to the back.

Jerking on the handle of the door, she found it... Locked. "Ok. What would Sam do." Sara mumbled to herself over and over again. She raised her bare foot and slammed it against the door near the lock. The temp dropping faster with her frustration but despite her anger and stress, the door didn't even have a mark.

The coffee was left on the counter and she breathed deep. Fast but deep feeling helpless without her normal strength. If she still had fur, that door would have been turned to splinters seconds ago. Her hand raised towards the door and her fingers flexed as she concentrated on it. Her out stretched hand made a fist. Frost formed across the door's surface and simultaneously through any crack and crevice in the wood. Her fist's fingers suddenly expanded out as far as her hand would allow and as she did so, the ice throughout the door expanded. Leaving nothing but splinters on a hinge. Her other hand shop forward and with the motion, the ice in the door obeyed. Not coming away from the door frame nice and neatly, but instead blasting it's self apart in a flurry of snow and crumbled door.

Even though he had seen the technicolored puppeteer in action he didn’t know that it would be this difficult to fight the controls. He moved again just barely escaping another slice to his right shoulder, something that he should be able to do with an issue however while under the power of Private Dancer he felt like was moving through a thick slush that pushed against him. He was being controlled again he didn’t like that. It reminded him of the time he was being controlled by Amanda. Sam felt his rage well up in his stomach making him want to bash the puppeteer’s brains in. However with only Sara’s powers he had to fight to move as fast as he could which wasn’t very fast at all.

If he had his ice powers a spike would have already went through the guy who was currently performing a ballet move while trying to cut him. The power change upset Sam now. In fact he was wondering how quickly he could have ended it all. That was when he heard a crash out of view. If it was his heighted hearing or his normal hearing he heard a small crash of something like glass shattering. Or it could have been his imagination.

Another dodge this time taking some skin with it. He felt the blood run down his fur, which was a very odd feeling. His skin closed up and Private Dancer did a quick spin then snapped his fingers. “Impressive! You heal? Wonderful!” Private Dancer exclaimed watching the patch of fur become red then watch the blood stop. Sam felt the blood slow and he had enough power to shift his gaze down for a second. Turns out he had thought correctly. He could heal. Too bad that didn’t help with stopping Private Dancer.

The dancer did some sort of summersault in and then lunged again at Sam this time impaling him in the leg. Sam staggered for a second then managed to stop midair before being pulled back onto his feet. Private Dancer had a hold of him again and his heartbeat quickened. His leg started to heal when he felt a slight chill down his spine. His gaze caught Sara and his heart quickened even more.

Her heart was already pounding against her chest and Sara could feel her pulse at her throat. Swallowing with the odd sensation. She was trying so hard to hold Sam’s mutation back but lets face it. She hadn’t had any time to master the controls. Let alone figure out the on and off buttons. Her own mutation just was there. Sam’s had controls and she felt like a baby discovering the tv remote for the first time. She’d already unleashed a bit of ice on the door back there, but now that she’d activated that button of the remote she was having trouble locating it again to hold things back. The stress was giving her a headache and where she would have flown down the short hall way before, she felt like she had to push herself through Sam’s winter wonderland… Though she was seventy eight percent sure that she hadn’t come close to activating that part of Sam’s mutation. Were human bodies really always this sluggish?

It wasn’t that Sara’s body wasn’t fit. In fact for a human she was really moving fine. Even for having a headache welling up inside her head. It was that she was used to having so much more. She was realizing that as much as her feline mutation took from her and robbed her of in the world, I also gave back.

Finally she reached the edge of the hall way and peered out. Her human amber eyes caught sight of Sam and the knife and said knife being plunged into said Sam’s leg. He’d already had a streak of red across his fur closer to his neck and she’d heard over the communicator, where ever Sam’s was, that he’d healed. So he’d gotten that part of Sara’s mutation too. Only made sense so it also made sense that if the knife wasn’t pulled from Sam’s leg right away, he’d have the joy of having it stuck.

Sara’s more animal instincts might be gone with her mutation, but her personality was still with her and when her amber eyes made contact with Sam’s, Her fists squeezed tight making her knuckles poke out and turn white. The flamboyant man was going to pay and even though Sara knew that Sam now healed, for a split second, she forgot that she had Sam’s mutation and a couple of city blocks might pay too.

Needless to say, the temperature was dropping, Sara was starting to feel warm. In fact as her own rage rose, she felt hot headed and with the force that had been building in her mind behind Sam’s mutation she had to let it go. So she let it gobecause she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

Instantly Sara’s head felt better, but ice coated her clothing and clung in uncontrolled clumps of frost and icicles. “Slick!” Sara moved to step into the open room and as her feet hit the floor spices and plates of it shot up around her at different angles. Out of control as it collided with it’s self making hills and jagged mountains and crushing what ever was in it’s wake including walls furniture, or other mutants.

The door opened and he heard the voice of Sara calling out for slick. Could he still be called slick? Maybe but something a little fuzzier would have been more appropriate at the moment. Sam looked down at the knife and tried to move his hands to remove it however it wasn’t possible till Private Dance did another spin then pointed towards the direction where Sara was. When Private Dancer turned from Sam he got some control again, it wasn’t much but he managed to turn towards Sara and then knock the knife loose causing it to ring out as it hit the floor. “Oh hello there!” Private Dancer turned towards Sam then smiled, “Mr. Kitty! I didn’t know you brought company! Oh wonderful!”

Private Dancer turned towards Sara again and clapped his hands shaking them as if he was dancing, “Such an interesting power set as well. Love the ice, however I used to tango with someone a little more skilled then you. Sadly… he’s dead now. Such a shame too we were fated to do the waltz till one of us killed the other. I just don’t know what to do with myself now!” Private Dancer said as he pulled another knife and jabbed it quickly into Sam’s side. “Woe is me!” he removed the knife then pointed it at Sara, “Mr. Kitty heals well. Do you heal?”

Sam cleared his throat and then called out to Sara, ”Get out of here and get some help!” she wasn’t ready to be thrown into a fight with his power set. The spikes and poorly formed armor was proof that she wasn’t in control in fact if she kept going she might end up killing someone. Though with the present company the world wouldn’t be hurt too bad. Private Dancer turned when Sam spoke then raised an eyebrow looking at Sam’s face. “You know your voice and eye patch seem familiar.”