Kaz hadn't thought much of the intruder since she entered. She was similar to a wild cat, not just her physical appearance. He kicked himself for not thinking ahead of time when she dropped after he kicked off the wall. A memory popped into his mind of two cat's fighting, one fell onto it's back while the other pounced on top only to be kick and clawed by the other. The kick he was sure he could deal with...

He quickly looked toward her rising feet, <Crap.> Kaz made a mental note to kick his own ass for not noticing before, she had claws, probably sharp ones too. Whether or not she would employ them fully or not with the kick, he couldn't know. He wasn't going to take the chance. He stared the mutant in the eyes as her feet came in contact with his gut. Kaz grinned wide as he shifted just before impact, he felt his muscles tense and absorb the hit and he was sent flying over the mutant.

Twisting while airborne, his early years gymnast years taking over, he landed deftly on his feet facing the mutant. His mind ran through what he had just experienced. He could feel his shirt was torn as the fabric was split against his skin, he had felt the prickling of her claws. It hadn't hurt, just annoying like a thorn stuck in the fabric of a coat. Though, had he not shifted, he would most likely have one or more nice oozing gashes. With the small bit of light, he could almost make out every bit of the room, except those places farthest away.

Taking his shirt off, annoyed by the tears, he considered shifting back to keep the intruder off guard. That is, he was until another memory came to mind: The fight at KP, he had shifted quite a few times that day leaving him somewhat drained, and lost the fight to the wolf-girl with some help from something solid and hard connecting with his head, which ended with him passed out on the ground.

<Not going to do that again.> He took a neutral stance as he waited for the mutant to get off the ground. Even though he kept his body relaxed, it still seemed as if his skin strained to keep his muscles contained. Well, mostly relaxed, a small tickling at the back of his mind kept him on since he shifted. Kaz chanced a look around in an attempt to find the source. It didn't take long at all. Sitting on top of one of the arcade games, almost completely hidden by the triangular siding that held up the game's scoreboard, was a small red drakeling, with reflective eyes watching him.

It was at that moment he really, REALLY wished he had telepathy, just to berate Demi. <You're enjoying this aren't you.> He wanted to sigh, even more so when he thought he saw Demi's face change into his little drake-ish smile. <At least he has the sense not to make noise.> Kaz absently wondered if Demi had been sleeping, and if so, when and what exactly woke him up. Kaz knew his annoyance and negative feelings and thoughts toward Demi were mostly fake, he couldn't give in too easily to the runt. Kaz did sigh deeply as he saw Demi begin to shake slightly, eyes closed and teeth showing, silently laughing as if he had read Kaz's every thought. <You suck.> With that last thought, he brought his attention back to the mutant ahead of him, waiting for her reaction.

Mid way through the rolling back and kicking up motion, Sara thought she saw something odd on the side of the man’s head. Ok. It wasn’t completely odd because it was his ear, and everyone had ears. She had furry ears, and Ayesac had holes on the sides of his head that were his ears, but these ears were….. pointed humanish ears.

Sara’s head tilted a little as she went back, and her feet made a solid kick against the man’s gut. I mean solid, solid. As in, ‘Like kicking a steal plate’ compared to the way he felt a moment ago when she landed a hit to his ribs. Her dilated eyes shot back up to his face, just as he went sailing over her, and his skin had changed too.

He did this tight little gymnastics move (Oh look who can be cat like too.) as Sara used her same backwards motion to roll up on her shoulder, with a half twist of her legs, to push herself up right. Rolling onto one knee, then up on both feet, in a heart beat. People always seemed a bit shocked when they first Saw Sara, but now that was her turn. Sure she had seen other mutants with odd looks before, but this one was the first she had seen turn, so quickly, and so easily. She went from a wide eyed expression of surprise, with her mouth slightly open, to a flat eared, tight lipped expression of frustration and a little jealousy. “You’re lucky.” She breathed as her tail gave a fast flick similar to what the end of a rattle snake tail.

His shirt had been removed and she scanned him for the wounds that should have been there. No her claws hadn’t been intentionally out, but because they had flexed that way, she should have done something more than the clean slashes in his shirt. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was strictly taken already she might stand there letting herself admire a bod like that. Bad kitty! Very bad kitty! Sara scolded herself for even thinking she might admire something like that and moved where she was looking back up to the mutant’s face…. That wasn’t looking at her… What was he looking at? One furry eye brow raised, and she glanced where he was looking. They were alone. So she assumed what ever smells in the room, that didn’t belong to her, belonged to him. He could smell odd because he was a mutant, after all.

Sara sighed. “Look. I didn’t come looking for a fight. Alright?” Slowly her hands raised so that they were level with her shoulders, to show they were empty. Though that may not mean much considering at the end of each of her padded digits, she had a sharp, curved claw.

Demi, not Kaz reacted to the mutant's voice. The drakeling stood on it's hind legs and peered over the top and began his hissing-like chuckle. Using his front legs and flapping his wings a bit, he got himself on top of the game and stared at the mutant. Demi narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow as he licked his lips slowly before a large 'smile' crept over his face, baring his 'small' but sharp teeth. Despite his small size the expression on his face was predatory, as if the mutant was prey, a simple piece of flesh to be devoured at his convenience.

The primal feelings and urges from Demi mixed with Kaz's mind. Though he mistook the emotions as territorial, instead of predator and prey, which he agreed with. This woman had had come into his, their, home, and instead of apologizing or begging for forgiveness when confronted, she purposefully aggravates him. She'd beg for mercy and forgiveness before he was done, this was his house; In it, he is god.

Kaz's lip curled up just slightly as he smirked a slight moment before springing forward using Demi as a distraction. A slight blue-silver light began to emanate from his body as he moved. The momentum from his push off the wall and her throw landed him roughly 20ft from each other. While landing he had take a step back due to that momentum, she had rolled to get up, leaving roughly 27-30ft between them. Kaz only had to cover a third of the physical distance before he was in melee range. Both fists pumped forward, shimmering, as he let loose a barrage of punches aiming for her head, chest and gut. With each snap of his arm, whether it connected or not, he released a shockwave from his fists.

When you say obvious disadvantage, doesn’t it have to be obvious to the one directly effecting? Namely Sara? I mean when the mutant man said she had an obvious disadvantage, he hadn’t turned blue yet. OK so his warehouse did attack her on it’s own and knock her on her own tail, literally, but still. That is beside the point. And what’s with the hole blue thing anyways? Sara had just thrown him. So it wasn’t until he, practically, appeared right in front of her, that the obvious disadvantage line made any sense to Sara.

Sara was slightly distracted by the Ayesac mini me, who came out and started flashing his little cute draconic teeth at her. Ok so that’s what the other mutant had been looking at… Then she saw the other mutant move. Sara had enough time to tense just before the mutant reached her.

Sara’s speed an reflexes were almost a match, but she wasn’t close to strength. Plus, There was a sort of wave that still hit her, even if she blocked his attacks. His fists connected twice with her right ribs as Sara was forced back. A fist came for her head and she brought her harms up for a successful block, only to have the shock wave still hit her. Making her feel like he could have taken her head off, as dots of color flashed across the right side of her vision.

Using her claws to shove his fists to the sides, with the tips of her claws aimed for the inner sides of his elbows, she tried to slide her right claws up his left arm, aiming to try and dig her claws across his face.

Kaz's eyebrows rose just slightly as the woman blocked and redirected his punches, most of them at least as he hit her twice in the ribs. The shockwaves were a different story. He saw how she was buffeted by them with each hit, though she took each blow rather well. He had to give credit where it was due. Her speed and agility was something he hadn't fully realized before, but her ability to react as quickly as she did to his rush and flurry nearly matched his own.

It was just a matter of time before she held the advantage and got within his guard. Though it was momentary, he felt the pricks of her claws on the insides of his elbows as she forced his arms out to the side. Eyes flashing to her claws quickly coming toward his face, instead of moving back, he moved forward as he rolled his left arm counterclockwise around hers. He did the same with her other arm, though rotating his arm clockwise instead, as well as smashing his knuckles into her arm to throw her left arm out wide. His right leg went forward behind where hers would be. His right arm turned slightly to push against her head if he could get it, or her upper chest while he pulled his right leg back to pull her legs from under her.

The combined motion and force would throw a normal human to the ground, the impact enough to crack or break ribs and the skull. He doubted she'd be as easy to break, especially since he could tell that she had recovered a bit from being electrocuted. It was just that thinking that led Kaz to pull the daggers, with his right hand, from his right boot as it came up from the tripping motion. He wasn't exactly sure which two he had just grabbed, but he had a good idea from the weight.

One sported razor edges, at least while going into a victim, if someone tried to pull it out, the teeth would begin to splinter like many small quills and stick into the flesh surrounding the wound. It was deffinantly a one time use dagger. The other was somewhat similar in nature, made to inflict a great amount of pain apon entering or exiting. The blade was shaped oddly, similar to a curving X. Along the four edges the blade was 'broken', 'chipped', and 'twisted' in many places. Going in the blade would create a large wound than the dagger's edges as it tore into the flesh. When taken out, the blade would naturally twist due to the design, which would create a larger wound and make healing (on a human or someone with no rapid healing) almost impossible without immediate medical attention.

The blades in hand, he thrust his arm toward the woman's gut, both daggers aiming for her furry flesh and the meat beneath. A sinister smile had crept onto Kaz's face at some point in their quick exchange.

Things were escalating to the point where Sara felt the concern in the back of her mind, creeping forward. She did her best not to let the thought slide it’s way across her stern face, but this once, after a long time, she might actually be out matched. Something that was very hard, for someone with the instincts of a predatory cat, to admit. Even back at the labs, since she first went furry, she’d never gone up against someone who was as fast, if not faster, than herself. Stronger yes, faster… it was a new experience to have trouble keeping up and growing more frustrated with ever blow that knocked the air violently from her, burning against her ribs.

She felt her arms get knocked to the sides and with no way she could move fast enough to avoid the trip or the shove, his hand and leg were successful in slamming her against the floor. Flat on her shoulder blades and spine. Her ears were pinned back and she felt the back of her head bounce, like a deflated basket ball. Again, spots flashed in front of her eyes and when they seemed to disintegrate from her vision, she looked down just in time to see the tips of two knives plunge straight into her gut.

Her lips pulled back, tight against her clenched, sharp, teeth, and a cry of pain stifled out from the her. Sounding like a snarl with a high pitch. She needed breathing space. Time to heal, even if it was a second or two, and she needed to pull the blades out of her gut before her healing factor healed them to her, because that was much more of a pain to deal with, then them going into her, in the first place. First, she had to get Mr. Blue Poke-eared-mon away from her.

Despite the pain that came on, when she moved, her legs twisted so that her right leg twisted around the outside of the blue man’s ankle, and her left leg kicked the inside of his knee. Trying to knock him to the side, if not tear the knee cap to slow him down. With one hand on each knife handle, she pulled at them. One was firmly stuck between her reknitting muscles and flesh. The other came out clean but there were other sharp points that felt like they had lodged themselves deeper in a different direction than the knife had gone in. Sara sucked in air, and when she pushed it out, she tasted a light spray of blood on her tongue. Her eyes widened slightly, just before her face twisted in pain, and she yanked the second blade out, with another cry of pain. Pressing the inside of her arm against the hole that might as well of been a crater on the moon, to stop the flow of blood, while the wound clotted.

Kaz moved with the kick to his knee, a move that he had anticipated, to go into a roll safely avoiding damage to his leg. He watched her pull the first dagger out bringing a bit of flesh and more than a bit of blood with it. Smirking as he realized which one it was, <That'll hurt for a while unless she gets the splinters out.> The second blade came out with a glorious cry of pain, flesh and spilling, spitting blood. His smirk diminished slightly as right before his eyes he saw that she was beginning to heal, and rapidly. "Tch."

A few moments passed while Kaz thought about what to do. If he hurt her, she'd heal from it, though the healing might become slower over time after dealing with more and more serious wounds. That was a big assumption though, not to mention he didn't feel like dragging it out that long. With another look at the blood flowing, <Brain minus blood, plus healing equals......?> Kaz shrugged, <Worth a shot.>

Before he moved from his spot, Kaz punched out with a shimmering right arm aimed for the woman's gut. Once done, he made his way towards her head and slid so he could get his arm under her chin. He made sure he'd get his bicep and forearm to press against the arteries in her neck, cutting off the flow of blood to her brain. She'd feel the effects immediately after four seconds she'd be unconscious. That is unless her mutant healing somehow stopped that, and of course there is no knowing how long she'd stay like that. Generally a person was suppose to use their other arm to secure the hold, but he was confident in his strength, not to mention he wanted an arm free just in case. Though, if it came down to it, he would secure the hold with his other arm.

Sara pressed her hand against the open wound. Willing her healing ability to speed up. As if she really had any control over what her healing ability did. She couldn’t even tell it to stop, it was just there. It robbed her body of the fats it managed to stow away, and after serious injuries, Sara could look like she’d been starving for days. By the time Sara would be done healing from the knife wounds, she’d probably look like she’d lost 5 lbs. if one was paying attention that hard.

With a his of pain, Sara propped herself up on an elbow. Finding she’d managed to make Mr. Midnight Shimmers get off of her, but hadn’t managed to break his knee. She stared at him while she ran what had just happened through her head. Things had moved so fast, and she had made some fast mistakes… Several fast mistakes.

She started slowly pushing herself up. Not quiet to her feet, but she didn’t like being on the ground. She’d been on the ground a lot in this mutant’s presents and it was starting to drill into her pride. She leaned forward as she eased herself onto her elbow. Thinking it would be a pose she could get up easily from. With the wound on her stomach healed shut, she didn’t have to worry about trying to hold the flesh closed, while the muscle tissue knit and smoothed to it’s original condition.

Beat…

His arm moved, and Sara pushed herself up, to dodge the shock wave, she had learned about during his first assault. Still too slow though. Sara was nailed in the midsection and landed with a thump, back onto the floor. Knocking, not just the wind out of her lunges, but her pride dropped another peg. She was rolling with that movement when his arm hooked around her neck. Sleeper. Her head swam and her cheeks felt like they’d burst. Was he really going to kill her? Sara’s heart thumped harder in it’s attempts to get her blood back to her brain. Forget looking as elegant as she liked to think she looked, even in combat. Crazy worked better for her current predicament.

As soon as his arm was around her neck, her left hand shot up to his bicep to dig her claws in him, just above his elbow, and try to yank his arm away. With the support of her arm, and his arm on her neck, her body practically bucked back and her other arm tried elbowing him. Knock the wind out of him. Bread his ribs. Anything. Her back arched as she tried to aim a backwards kick, with the point of her hocks. (heals.) Tail flipping to add to any momentum she could get as she thrashed with her elbow. Stupid yes. But Sara wasn’t just going to lay there and get knocked out.

Dots danced in front of her eyes as her jaws twisted back and forth, trying to snack a bit of his flesh, with the sides of her teeth. 7 seconds went by. Sara suddenly stopped completely. She wasn’t quite out, but she was hoping against hope, he’d think she was out before she actually was.

(Leaving things up to you on this.)

Kaz wasn't trying to kill the woman so the hold was the fastest way to accomplish the task. He had been applying enough pressure to cut off the blood but otherwise do no damage. At least that's what he had been going for until she dug her claws into his upper arm. His skin was thick and tough concerning blunt impacts and cuts, but her claws, combined with her strength, pushed into his skin and muscle. Reflexively his arm flexed putting even more pressure on her, enough even to begin crushing her windpipe.

It only increased more as she began to thrash around. He was reminded of a horse trying to throw the rider from it's back, and he chuckled slightly.A horse wouldn't be able to kick him off for all it's effort, and neither did she. Using his other arm he deflected and intercepted her elbow often.

He was beginning to worry as the seconds ticked on. A normal person would be dead by now but she was still moving, or had been. When she suddenly stopped he let up on his grip just a bit before he checked himself. He knew it was most likely a faint to get him to let go. His mind counted out to 10seconds and he let go. If she was dead then so be it, he had warned her. If not, it was just as well.

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When he had let go, she was unconscious, and after a quick check, seemed to be quite alive and stable. He shrugged as he stood and walked toward the stairs, Miss.Kitty in tow. Keeping her off the stairs, he made his way two floors down, technically three as the 3rd and 4th were made into one. After finding a few lengths of thick chains, he set the woman next to one of the reinforced I beams. Using the chains he wrapped her up against the beam in such a way that would limit her movements and make any attempt at breaking the chains useless. Though, the remote lock he used had a chance to break, if one was able to play with the chains.

As Kaz pulled an all to familiar glove from his pocket, Demi glided down the stairs and veered as he reached the 2nd floor. He dived at the woman's head before pulling up just short, flapping his little wings furiously. With a large grin on his face, he settled down and lay atop her head, as if she had become, and always would be, a fixture of the warehouse. Kaz shook his head as he moved his now gloved hand in a few specific patterns. The silver board Hades had built for him, zipped toward him before slowing to a stop in front of him. Kaz sat down cross-legged on the board silently as he waited for the woman to wake up. Well, almost silent, as he moved the board slowly around to the storage area where he kept many things, one of which was cases of rootbeer.

After grabbing a 12pack of glass-bottled rootbeer, he moved himself back to his previous spot, having never once his focus off of the intruder. It was as he opened his first bottle that he saw something he had forgotten about: a self made harness for miscellaneous swords and handguns. Secured in the straps was a pair of Desert Eagles. With a quick inspection and a change of ammo in one of them, he sat with both in his lap. One with thermal rounds, the other a mix of hollow and X'ed tipped rounds. Until she woke up, he decided to let Demi relax and get back to his nap, as he quietly sipped his drinks.

Sara’s heart had slowed. It quieted to a mumble when Sara blacked out but some how it kept going past when a norms would have stopped. Her breathing became shallow so while her body recovered, it took her an extended time to wake up.

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Sara’s eye lashes fluttered involuntarily, as she slipped back into the land of the living. An old habit from her younger years kept her from lifting her head and looking around but she let the rest of her senses check things out. Only allowing her eyes to be open enough, that she could tell the lights were on, in the room, and that someone was moving around because a shadow had, smoothly, passed over her face.

The wonderful thing about being a healer, was that no matter how hard a pointy eared lost member of the blue man group kicked your ass, you didn’t feel a pain when you woke up. That sang norms love to repeat. ‘I’ll be feeling that one in the morning.’ Sara couldn’t, truthfully, claim that. Even where Sara had been stabbed, she had healed. The shredded hole in Sara’s top displayed enough of her mid drift, that you could see the smooth, flat, patch of skin, that had replaced the gaping hole in Sara’s gut. Fur would grow back over the next few days.

What she could feel was the strain of something holding her in a seated position. She shifted her right shoulder just a hair, flexing the slender muscle in her arm so that the chains pressed a little more. Without opening her eyes, she measured the links, lengths, and thickness, of the chain. Had he emptied her pockets? Sara couldn’t move enough to check, without being very evident. Her back was against something solid, flat, and cold, and her head, that was bent forward, had a weight on it. What ever was sitting on her head had it’s own heart beat, and felt like Ayesac.

Some one was moving about the room and Sara’s ear moved along the scaly side of what ever was on her head. Trying to track what was going on. There was a pop, and a fizzing hiss of an opened bottle, just before Sara smelled the root beer. The good rot beer too. Probably not Dogs, but not that plastic bottled A&W or Barks.

Deciding she’d faked enough, not that she had faked that hard, Sara ran her tongue across her lower lip. Checking to see if her body had healed from a jaw injury while she was out. She remembered trying to bite him, but everything in her mouth seemed to be in place. Swallowing. Her eyes opened, and her chin lifted. For a moment her eyes rolled up, crossing slightly to try to see the scary thing that was on her head. Was this the odd little things she saw earlier? Her eyes then shifted to glare at the elf. “This is Humiliating.. .. .. I don’t suppose you’d let me up, if I really had to pee.”

Kaz had been watching the sleepy-head keenly enough to have noticed her eyes flutter and her ear move slightly, he thought he heard the chains move slightly, but he wasn't sure. He kept quiet as he watched and waited, sipping his root beer as time passed. Demi had woken up as soon as her ear brushed his scales, though like Kaz, he hadn't moved or gave any indication that he knew she had woken up.

When she finally spoke, Kaz looked at her with a blank expression and spoke with a bored tone, "Quite humiliating I hope. Just another consequence of your actions." He lifted the bottle to take another sip, stopping momentarily, "Oh, I wouldn't move too much. Your head seems fairly comfortable, Demi might just claw your eyes out if you make him uncomfortable." Of course Demi smiled and let out a small drakeling chuckle.

He drained the bottle swiftly before setting it down and picking up one of the Desert Eagles. Leveling the gun in her direction he flicked the safety off. "Don't take these at face value. The rounds in these are a bit different than what you'd expect. Just one round, a thermal round, can put a hole at least a foot wide in a few inches of reinforced armor plating. If you do anything I don't want, I won't hesitate to put a hole in you. Somehow I doubt that you'd live long with your head missing, or your body split in two at the waist." Demi chose that moment to lift himself slightly and flex his claws, intending to use the woman's head as a scratching post.

"I'm not really a bad guy, I'd rather not splatter your body to pieces in my home." With his free hand he opened another bottle and took a sip. "If you agree to sit there, listen, answer my question, and be a good kitty, I'll undo the chains. We can have a nice, civil talk. What do you say?" He sipped his drink as he waited for her response. <Of course if she says no, I'll put a couple of holes in her anyway.> Kaz kept the smirk he felt from showing outwardly, though it didn't stop Demi from snickering like a 'madman'.

Sara continued to glare at the blue guy. He mentioned the consequences to her actions. Yeah… no kidding. Well Sara wasn’t saying she was sorry. She knew very well that her actions were ill mannered. That they would get her into trouble now and then, but she still had reasons for doing her actions. No matter how law abiding they were and how much trouble they got her into. Because no matter how much trouble they got her into, they did as much getting her out of trouble. Her actions were her way of life. Sure if she had a place of her own, she would probably do exactly what he did, but she wasn’t sitting in his place, now, was she. Although that would be interesting if thing had gone that way.

The gun was leveled at her, and her amber eyes refocused on the end of the barrel. The tips of the tiny drake claws on the top of her head, made her bounce her skull slightly. Giving Demi, as it seemed his name was, a warning of her own. Tipping her head back a little with the bounce, so that the backs of his wings would brush against the I-beam. Any way that the drake, moved on Sara’s head, he had a choice of being where she could slam him in the beam behind her, or where her jaws could twist back in the direction of his claws. “I actually like Demi, even though he’s a threat. However if he uses his claws on me, I’ll probably react with something that will make you shoot me.”

Sara’s eye contact drifted back up to meet his, and the glare had seemed to melt away slightly. Sara was trying to hold back her frustrations. She could act civil, it was just hard to keep her mouth closed. Old habits from back in the day when people knew she bit hard. “I’ll say yes.” No matter how humiliating this still is.

The woman's small movements weren't lost on Kaz as she moved her head in such a way she could crush Demi against the beam or possibly twist to bite at him. Demi seemed to realize this as well because he became very still and removed his claws from her head slowly while he made a small, deep chittering sound, as if his tongue were clicking rapidly against his teeth though it seemed to come from his throat.

Kaz narrowed his eyes slightly, "You're right, I would do just that. I'm quite fond of the little bastard." Shifting his gaze slightly he looked at Demi, who looked right back at him. "Get over here. Now." Demi made a 'tch'-like sound as he used jumped off of her head. Just before all his weight was off of her, he snapped out his hind feet and gave himself an extra push and added a bit of claw to her forehead. Demi thought himself funny for his little bit of payback, at least until Kaz flicked him relatively hard on the top of the head when he landed next to him. Demi's eyes snapped up to meet Kaz's before he seemed to pull into himself in submission. Speaking somewhat softly, though sternly, "She could easily rip your little wings apart or bite your head off. Seriously, think before you do something, eh?" He reached down and scratched the drakeling's head softly.

Turning his attention back to the woman as she answered. "Good. Glad to hear it." He set the tun down in his lap and lifted the 'key' to the lock and entered the code. A sharp 'click' and the lock was undone, the strain on the chain pulled and slipped the link off of the lock giving the woman some slack to work with. "Couple of things first, who are you and would you like something to drink?"

That’s right. It’s all fun and games till someone nearly gets squished between The Were’s head, and an I-beam. Even though Demi left Sara with a claw mark going up her forehead, she made no attempt to snap at his tail that sailed after him. At least it felt like one of them was taking her seriously as danger, yet still treating her with respect. Even if some dignity had been given up.

Sara dropped her eye contact and chose to look at her wiggling toes, at the floor while Demi was reprimanded. T was hard not to hide the small smirk that pulled on her lips there. A mix of, ‘I found big bad Blue’s soft spot’, and ‘Haha to little Demi. You got in trouble.’ Not that Sara was perfect, here. The words could have easily been used to scold her in this situation. I mean, Blue could have killed her, and he hadn’t. “Ever, the lesson giver. Huhh, Sir.” Sara glanced back up as blue put the gun down and the cut, Demi had given her, slithered the rest of the way closed.

The chains slackened and slipped away and Sara let herself lean forward. Hesitating because she wasn’t sure if this was him leading her into a trap or messing with her. Although without the chains holding her so tight, her shoulders dropped to relax. Ok. So some of her current stress was coming from being confined. Claustrophobia was never fun to deal with. As she eased herself out of the chains, she answered his first two questions. “I like to be called Sara and yes Sir, I’d like a drink.” Healing makes you thirsty.

Kaz regarded Sara quietly for a moment or two. Picking up one of the bottles, he tossed it to her gently. "Cut the 'Sir' stuff, I'm not old." Kaz flicked on the gun's safety and put them in their holsters. "I hope you enjoyed your little nap Sara, I hope it doesn't ever happen again. So tell me, do you usually go around going against common sense? What could you have possibly been thinking to waltz into here, without any foreknowledge and then resist when you found out my house could kick your ass?"

Kaz slid off the board, took his eyes off Sara though not his full attention. Toward the side of the room was piled more than a few moving boxes. Kaz pushed and kicked a few out of the way until he got to the one he wanted. He picked out a large shirt and a pair of stretch pants and threw them at Sara. "Oh," He said absently, "The name's Kaz by the way."