It had been three days since Sara had been shot in the head and left for dead. With out her eye sight, she wasn’t much use to anyone. Especially herself, but she had to show herself that she could still be independent. So Sara had headed off, away from the mansion alone. She didn’t tell anyone where she was going, or if she planned on returning. The people there that knew her, should just understand that some times a cats got to do what a cat’s got to do, and at the moment this blind cat had to show herself that she could find her way to her chosen home before being shot in the head, with out help.

The beginning of Sara’s journey, she only followed the sounds of the city. This got her headed in the right direction. Luke’s cane traveled back and forth in front of her feet telling her of the un seen obstacles, and her sense of smell told here what parts of the city she had been in recently. The thing is it had been three days since Sara had been shot and there had been many other smells that berried her own. She found herself turned around in the mazes of streets, more than once, and at the point of the night, that she realized she was loosing it, it was 2 am.

Sara had been walking since 7. She hadn’t eaten yet, and her stomach was cussing her out in every possible word a stomach could cuss with. She leaned against a brick wall for a moment, trying to figure things out in her head.

Currently Sara stood beside an empty Warehouse. At one time, the Warehouse had been used to assemble bikes, but now it was empty. Not even a security guard or car, sat in the fenced in parking lot with the barbed wire lacing the top, less than fifteen feet a head of her.

Was it a trick?

Lori narrowed her eyes and followed the still graceful, but somewhat hampered steps of the anthropomorphic woman. She had a safety cane. Her eyes didn't seem to be working. And the creature was bumbling through her side of town. Lori ran through several scenarios in her mind and only arrived at the same question. Was it a trick? A ruse? Was she taunting her? Luring her out?

Lori stayed near the rough brick of the building across the street, her original destination forgotten. She stayed perhaps near the maximum of her range and decided that exposing herself to the possibility of a trap was worth the risk if she got enough shots in to equal the shiner cat-woman had gifted her.

She started by making a small field that caught the werecreature's cane and held it. From there she would pull at the cane and use it to pull one of the classic "stop hitting yourself" moments. If she didn't let go of the end of the cane it would really look like the cat was going bonkers and thwapping herself, a sight Lori expected to enjoy thoroughly.

She wanted to start small, perhaps the creature would not know it was Lori right off the bat since she was exposed mostly as an electricity manipulator on their first meeting... had she even seen the car? Jacen hadn't seemed to notice. Starting small meant that cat might try to blame it on something else... or it would expose the faker for what she was and Lori and Sara could have a proper fight sans vomit.

If the wind had been blowing the right way, Sara would have known exactly who was following her, when she first started being followed. She’d also know based on that information, exactly how much trouble she was potentially in. Not only did Sara get shocked by the other black eyed blond, she watched her hover an entire car. A powerful mutation.

So it did come as a bit of a surprise when her cane started to attack her. One minute it’s being a nice cane. One that was helping her, and then all of a sudden *WAP!* It looked like Sara started thumping herself on the head. Sara let go of the cane, trying to throw it aside, but the thing didn’t let it’s self get thrown.

Instead she ducked and covered her head with her arms. She ended up backing herself into the brick wall in the process. Ok so this was one of two mutants, Asuming there was metal in the cane. Sara really should have asked Luke what the thing was made of.

One mutant, Sara met a year ago. He was tall and build like a tank, and he liked Sara. He even sculpted a metal statue of her in front of the Sanctuary. The other mutant was more likely to attack Sara. The blond Sheila, Jenny.

Jenny wouldn’t hold a grudge, Would she?

The cane thwapping trick was nice, but it got old after she wasn't hitting herself anymore. That was just foreplay to the world of hurt that kitty cat had earned for herself.

The next stage was to bring the fence down. It was a chain link with a lovely spread of barbed wire that should make for an excellent kitty taco. The fence jungled as it ripped out of the ground and bent, the two magnetic fields at either end of the poles she had grabbed clinking together noisily as the fields merged. The fence formed a nice little cage around the kitty, crumpling smaller and tighter as Lori poured the juice into the field.

And... something strange happened. Lori's mouth twitched up into a wicked smile as she sensed metal inside pretty kitty's body. The shards os shrapnel were going to start worming toward the magnetic field she was sustaining. The questions was, would the kitty let her muscles move, pulled by the metal bits, or would the kitty let the metal bits move through her muscles?

Oh this was too good.

The Cane was out of Sara’s hands and there was the sound of a link fence clinking together, as Sara s realization of how much trouble she was in clicked. Sara pushed herself in the opposite direction, and started following the side of the wall the other way.

Still Sara wasn’t fast enough. She felt sharp pains in her stomach, and other pains pressed in her right knee, shoulders, back, and chest as all the bullets and a batch of metal shards thanks to Kaz, had made themselves very apparent. Sara hit the chain linked wall that had flipped around her, in front. The bits that were inside her pulled against her body, and started burrowing themselves into her highly developed muscles. Barbed wire rested, and pressed past her fur on the out side. Sara stubbornly moved back two steps and things pulled on the inside. Sara was definitely getting internal injuries.

The pain made Sara’s teeth grit tight together. Her head pulled back and her lips pressed against her jaw muscles. Ears pinned against the back of her head. Sara’s breathed in and coughed. He arms folded across her body as if pressing against where it hurt would help, the way it had helped when she first received the metal bit, and her shoulders began to spasm off and on. Every few seconds. “Jenny. Right.”

Ah so she'd been revealed? Lori wasn't sure how, there were myriad different ways beyond sight for a predator like that cat she was sure. "That nitwit never could get my name right." But she didn't supply a correction. Jenny would do for this one.

Lori squeezed the field flexing her hands to match the movement and enjoying those twitching muscles. It really was a nice touch. Too bad she couldn't see them too well from this range, but she was willing to sacrifice the visuals for the safety that came from distance. This caged kitty was a close-in fighter for sure. She needed to keep her at arm's length.

"So what's a nice kitty like you doing with so much metal in her person?" To punctuate her question, Lori flexed the field again. Her aim was to eventually have all those lovely little pieces worm their way toward this creature's heart. She was heartbreaker not only in name. Though it was a waste... maybe she could get a lovely pelt from the woman... winter coat? Oh, Peta would love it.

"That nitwit never could get my name right."

Ok so the name Jenny wasn’t hers, but at least she knew to respond with it. Sara’s jaw tightened against the pain she was feeling with the metal that was still in her body. “Would you prefer a different name?”

"So what's a nice kitty like you doing with so much metal in her person?"

Sara snarled. At the new pain that was making it’s way to the center of her body. Starting at where her wounds had originated. She kept herself from just crying out in the pain, but this needed to stop. Sara needed rest and the more Jenny pushed the metal bits in her body, the more internal injuries Sara received.

Sara’s knees buckled and she sank to the ground. As if her body had melted. Her hand slid across the side walk till she found a stone, closing her fingers around it. She began focusing on where Jenny’s voice was coming from. Much like Luke had been trying to teach her in the Dangerous room. Jenny’s breathing, Jenny’s heart beat. Anything that she could use to tell where Jenny was standing.

Then swiftly, Sara’s arm whipped up, and she threw the stone straight for what she hoped was, Jenny’s head.

She ignored the witty banter. The cat's arm landed against the chain link fence giving Lori enough of a warning to watch the rock she'd thrown... sail harmlessly past her left shoulder. It may not have hurt her, but it was enough to break Lori's concentration.

The chain link fence was bent beyond belief and fell limply on the cat like a rigid net. Well, that was Lori's exit cue. Because she wanted revenge, not a matching shiner.

Lori turned tail (minus the actual tail part) and actually took a few steps back before she realized the cat-lady probably couldn't do much. Not until she got a bit better anyway.

"You really are blind aren't you?" Pity? No. She leaned against the brick wall instead of running. Probably a bad idea, but she could always get a hold of those lovely metal bits again. That seemed to keep the kitty down. "What'd you do to deserve this one? Piss off a psychic?"

Sara was down on her knees and her ribs were heaving. She spat on the ground and tasted blood from some internal injury that was healing way too slowly. She hadn’t even realized the fence had fallen on her, till she tried to push up and discovered that the weight of the chain links and the barbed wire was more than she thought it had been a few days ago when she had seen it, but she could still get free by her self.

Sara swallowed down the claustrophobia that had tried to fight it’s way to the front of her mind, and pushed one hand up against the fence. Shoving the wires up off of her head, then scooting herself back wards on the ground as she tried to find her way out.

"You really are blind aren't you?"

“Oh Gee. Haven’t you heard long canes are the latest fission accessories? No s*** Sherlock. I cant see.” No, mocking the magnetic mademoiselle was not the smartest thing to do in the world but it wasn’t in Sara’s nature to just let people walk all over her.

"What'd you do to deserve this one? Piss off a psychic?"

“Nope. Insulted an x-cop. Then his gun went off, pointed in the general direction called my head.”

Lori didn't mind the mocking. The advantage was hers and the kitty could say all she wanted, Lori knew she could grab hold of those metallic shards again in little to no time. Nothing puts a spring in a girl's step like the potential to scramble an enemy's insides with just a little determination and concentration.

“Nope. Insulted an x-cop. Then his gun went off, pointed in the general direction called my head.”

"I'm sad I missed that." She was still on high alert. The cat was out of the fence and well and free as far as the potential for a running charge attack went. Of course, there was no way to know when she would be well enough to do so again. "Pity it didn't do worse."

Once a vomit buddy, always a vomit buddy. Lori wouldn't soon empathize with a black eye giver.

“I’m sure you are.” Sara said as she pushed herself to her feet and managed to step away from the mass of tangled fence. Stepping delicately off to the side where she could be safe, although Jenny could still do her magnetism thing. Sara stifled a shiver from the thought of that experience. She hated being closed in a tight space. The fact that she hadn’t had control of her situation was unnerving even more. If it wasn’t for being locked up in solitary confinement at the camps, and learning how to mentally calm herself, Sara would have flipped out and lost it right there.

Sara started focusing on her training that she had done with Luke, in the dangerous room. Sara tried to focus on where she had heard her long cane drop a moment ago, when the chaos had first started. She took a few un steady steps in that direction, then shuffled her feet till her toes bumped into the familiar object and at the light touch of her feet, he sensed it was hers as a light 3D map formed in her head of where the object had come from. Something Sara wasn’t quite understanding yet, but she was getting used to.

“I’m sure you would have cried your beady black eyes out for me when you thought I was dead.” Sara’s toes wedged under the cane and she kicked up so it would fly right into her fingers.

Lori would have taken offense to the "beady black eyes" comment had the cat not been blind. A sudden crippling ailment (hopefully permanent) at this cat's allowed her some measure of mistake. Instead it was the smooth toffee on her tongue. Lori, in her good graces, even let the cat have her cane. It was just one more thing she could strip the creature of before forcing her to submit again. This day was Lori's through and through.

"I don't cry. It's bad for my health." And it was. Any unnecessary leakage of power was a potential danger.

To say that Lori was on guard was an understatement. She'd let the cat out of the fence and even let her have her stick back. That was practically begging for trouble, and if anyone could become the butt of Lori's frustrations it was the mastercatmind. Lori welcomed the fight. She needed it. This one was beating she could give and Jacen wouldn't frown on.

"What's a kitty doing on this side of town?" This was a little too close to Lori's current base of operations for her to feel comfortable. Did she just wander onto the scene or was she tracking her somehow...

Muscles tensed and ready to spring at the slightest hint that catwoman was becoming hostile, Lori waited for the feline's action. If this went hand to hand, Lori would be in trouble. She wanted the danger, but she didn't want the consequences.

"I don't cry. It's bad for my health."

Sara’s head tilted as she listened to Jenny. More for her location that anything else. Sara was still pinpointing her. Double guessing he sense of hearing.

Sara knew picking a fight was stupid. She knew that she was at a bad disadvantage but everything from the last few days was adding up. She had nearly died, less than a week ago. She lost her favorite sense, and she needed to make someone punish for this. Sessions in the danger room squishing fake flies wasn’t enough.

This wasn’t like Sara to try to be violent right away but she’d been holding her emotions back all week. The very fact that this Vomit flicking lady had made an appearance was enough to make Sara loose it. So she slowly stalked closer to the other girl. She reached the range that she could hear Lori’s heart and her breaths of air were all too clear.

"What's a kitty doing on this side of town?"

“Well you see the thing about that is--“—Sara’s stride made a seamless transition. One minute she was walking, the next the practically flew into one running step, her body twisted, making nothing but a light blur out of the leg that had spun up, and was aimed to come down where Jenny’s words had been coming from. Her face. Directed straight from there, for where her heart beat.

Perfect, exactly what she'd been hoping for the kitty charged after her right on cue. Now came the tricky part. Lori ducked or more like she dropped from where she was into a deep crouch. There wasn't enough time for her to focus to get a proper magnetic field to subdue the cat lady so it was plan B.

A fist swung through the air just above her head with enough force that it sent a bit of self-generated wind to rumple her hair. Dang. If that had actually hit her, she would be out cold. Lori needed to get far, far away. No matter how much she wanted to actually rumble with the furball, it was just too dangerous. Lori needed to pick on someone who couldn't crack her skull open so easily. Dang. She needed easier to beat nemeses.

Ah well, she'd find babies to take candy from at a later date, for now she used her whole body as a spring and focused all the the zip and zap to one point: her fist. hopefully she would get that lovely gotee on the cat woman's chin. But Lori wasn't going to settle for hopefully-s. If their skin connected at all, that cat woman was going to get a zap. Probably not enough for a KO, but enough to feel like biting ants were marching all along her skin.

Sara’s fist connected with nothing. It was an odd fealing having thrown a punch that connected with nothing. Sort of like when you’re running down the stairs and miss one. The hairs on Sara’s arm felt hairs that had flown up from the top of Lori’s head, and the rush of air but aside from that, nothing was there to assist Sara in her balance, except for her skill. Instantly her tail flipped to the left side to even out the lack of weight distribution from her fist, and her right foot shot forward to catch the rest of her weight.

This put Sara at a bad angle. Entirely too open to attack. She felt the electricity in the air move against the hair on her chinny, chin, chin and Sara let her instincts kick in. Her completely golden amber eyes, widened for a moment before she pulled back and her chin went up just avoiding a nasty shock to the face.

Sara’s body twisted and she turned the dodge to a short semi flip. Her body fell backwards and her hands landed 3 feet away from where her back, paw like foot had last stood. Her feet went up in an elegant, fast semicircle before she let them com back down swinging them at an angle that started above her head but aimed to take Jenny’s legs out from under her, just behind her Achilles heals.