The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Sylar watched as the girl fled from his presence, like a rabbit dashing off after something spooked it. Sylar didn't care for hurting people, even the humans. But scaring the bajesus out of them was quite fun, this one especially. He walked at a normal pace after the girl as she fled, the sewer boy just making sure she was really leaving and staying gone. Unaware his venom was doing an excellent job of scaring the pants off the girl and creating fictitious sounds and sights to keep pushing her away from him.
And then the phone went off, a brand new sound within Sylar's bubble of perception. The boy growled and quickly found the source, a phone which had been dropped by the girl at some point it seemed. He grabbed her purse, lifting the somewhat soggy accessory into the air and clawing at it to find the phone. His fingers weren't so good at delicate searches, so they tore into and snagged on the material as he found the phone. Considering the boy was blind and hadn't really used cell phones much, he had no idea how to turn the thing off. "Shut up you stupid phone." He mumbled into the darkness before happening to click the phone shut and hanging up on Shelby's friend.
He sneered and carried the remains of Shelby's purse towards the manhole where the girl had scrabbled up to escape his world. Sylar climbed up as well and tossed her junk to the surface, speaking a decree after Shelby. "And keep your crap out of my sewers too human!" His voice was assertive and unlike his usual androgynous tone. He couldn't leave just yet though, he had to make sure this girl was gone and wasn't going to come right back with some annoying police who Sylar would have to deal with.
Whatever it was that he was doing to Evelyn, he had to get her away from him, time for her to think and figure it out, or time for it to pass. But the girl was becoming more and more enfeebled by the fear, was this really the extent of what Sylar could do to someone? Was he more horrifying than he realized, a real monster just like his mother had once called him? He wanted to wallow in his self-pity but had no time, Evelyn was one of the few people he could call a friend, and he needed to help her, or at least get her to run off on her own.
The boy tensed, knowing the girl had carried a weapon earlier, and not sure if it could hurt him or not, but he couldn't be cowardly about this. He ran forward, his clawed feet barely making any noise as they carved scratches into the stone beneath him. He reached down to grab Evelyn with one of his arms, doing his best not to cut the girl with his weaponized hands as he did so. "Sorry Evelyn, I have to." His words were meant to explain his actions, to try and remind her that he cared about the girl who'd befriended a sewer monster. However that toxin controlling her brain would probably read it as a eulogy, that he was going to finish her off.
Kicking and screaming, or whatever Evelyn might decide to do, the boy yanked her up off the ground, and quickly made his way up to the surface through he ladder and man hole. Free of the toxic air Sylar had created in the sewers, Evelyn's body would eventually be able to start fighting the venom in her brain and blood, but that'd still take awhile unbeknownst to either of them. Still holding the girl Sylar dashed for the edge of the alley and planted her there, just close enough to the city street that the girl could call for help from her world.
Sylar released his grasp on her, and retreated back into the darkness of the alley as he leapt up and climbed a wall of a building. Hidden in the shadows of the building, but with a vantage point so he could observe Evelyn he hoped the girl would eventually recover or get help. It hurt him to realize he could scare even a friend this bad, this new change...something about it had truly brought out his monstrous side. He wondered if the only human part of him left were these thoughts he was having right now. "Something is wrong with me Evelyn." He whispered into the darkness. "I think I might have to start avoiding you...no everyone all together." He was starting to realize it might be time to return to his life of solitude, rather than risk truly hurting another mutant or friend.
The girl was meek and agreeable, oh how Sylar preferred human girls to mutant ones. They were so much easier to deal with and control when he had to play rough. The monster boy slowly reached his claw out, and gently patted the girl on her head like an adult would a child. "Good, aren't you smart for a pink skin." His words were demeaning, but his tone wasn't really discriminatory but more approving of her attitude. He pulled back from the girl quickly, his agility nearly mind boggling as he managed to meld into the darkness and nearly vanish.
Watching her from the safety of the dark, Sylar continued on to order the girl from his home. "Now human, I'd suggest you make your legs work, collect yourself, and leave my home." The emphasis on the word leave was strong, as Sylar wanted to burn a fear of this place into her, to write into her very instincts that the sewers, maybe even just the dark in general was a place to be avoided at all costs. Her kind got to have the rest of the world, what right did she have dipping into his?
His tail wagged back and forth, the blade laying slack as Sylar vented whatever aggression he had earlier since he'd won this little encounter. He was feeling quite happy with himself and would have to tell Roach about this sometime. He was becoming far more confident with himself...and more dangerous as his mentor molded him into an effective enforcer. The girl seemed to be still moving far too slow. "Well? Get to it human!" He ordered.
Sylar could hear the foot steps, the scurry of a cowed animal running from it's predator. She was past this door, and it was in his way. The boy pulled his arms back, and curling his knife like fingers into fists smashed them back against the door. It was a heavy door, thick and sturdy but it was not meant to take the fury and power of a creature stronger than a bear. Sylar's muscles tensed as the boy's arms met the wood, the frail door splintering beneath his might.
One bash and the wood broke and splintered, the second bash and a gaping hole formed in the wood, the boy's clawed arms appearing within the chapel. Sylar still couldn't see, but he could feel he was making progress. "I'm coming for you human! I know you're in there!" He hissed through the broken portal before his third smash obliterated the weakened wood, sending it across the chapel floor as he stepped forward. The boy took a breath, his muscles working hard for that as he continued the hunt.
He had to rely solely on his hearing to pin point Noel's location, but the scared memorymancer was playing her part well, her steps thunderous to the sewer boy's advanced hearing. He stepped forward, walking down the aisle towards the source of the sounds. "I gave you a chance woman, I told you to run." Sylar began to pan his head left and right, checking each sound for any sign of Noel so he could know exactly where she was, and how close he needed to be to get his claws on her. "But you wanted to play the hero, but you're not!" He growled. "The rabbit doesn't get to fight the wolf, it runs...or it dies. And I'm going to show you what that feels like." He pulled his lips back as he spoke, like a dog bearing it's fangs so did Sylar, his metallic teeth shimmering in what light there was.
"Ever been scratched human? Been bitten? None of it compares to what I do. Because I'm the wolf and you're the rabbit. And I eat rabbits." He turned his head towards the sound of breathing and smiled grimly. "Game over." He said with sinister intent, though he didn't think he was actually going to eat the girl. In fact he wasn't really thinking about what he'd do besides hurt her for hurting him, this was Sylar vengeant, and all he wanted was to inflict revenge upon her. His tail swayed happily behind him, like a cat playing with it's meal.
Sylar wasn't sure what to think of this encounter, such an odd mutant to meet. Unlike other normal looking mutants he'd met, this girl didn't entice his instincts at all. His animal senses wanted him to ignore the corpse before him, but his weaker human side could push harder and think about the ability to actually talk to someone without thinking how they taste or if they'd be afraid of his monstrous appearance and manner. "That's...so odd. It's like you aren't even here. No breath, no warmth. If you weren't talking right now I wouldn't even know you existed." He mumbled aloud, giving some hint that his senses might be off from a normal persons, but not revealing he was actually blind.
It wasn't so much that her odor bothered him, it was actually nice to have his appetite suppressed, but it might be odd if he tried to explain it too her. "Er don't worry about it, I spend a lot of time in the sewers so trust me, I've smelt far worse." The boy said in an oddly offensive attempt to apologize at saying she smelled. The girl then chided him over his breaking and entering, to which Sylar just responded flatly. "Oh that? This was an accident anyways, there isn't even any food in this place. I was just about to leave actually." He ignored her comment about it being wrong, since trying to explain a poverty stricken criminals life was pointless most of the time.
It seemed Emily had some ideas about how robbery worked, and maybe it was that way for some, but Sylar wasn't doing this out of greed. "Like I said, didn't realize it was a jewelry shop at first. I was looking for food, and..." He stopped when he heard the sirens in the distance, well it seemed his usual breathing time was up as the police would definitely want to get him over some jewelry break in. The girl heard it as well and brought it up. "Yeah that's definitely the police, which means I kind of have to bail. Coming dead girl?" He asked as he turned and made off for an alley. "Trust me, if you don't leave they'll question you too, everybody blames the mutie." He said offhandedly as he faded into the darkness of the alleyway.
Sylar stared at the girl for a moment, his brain trying to process just how defenseless this human was. Her response has nearly broken his mask and caused the cruel boy to laugh a bit, but he resisted the urge and thought for a moment. He wanted the girl out of his sewers, but if he just carried her out and left her safely on the surface she'd clearly think he wasn't dangerous or that she could come back down here and pester him again in the future which would negate all his work scaring her. Sylar tail began to stir, slithering from behind the boy's back and coming towards Shelby like a snake readying it's strike.
However the tail didn't thrust forward and end the girl's life, or even slash at her, instead it simplyed inched close enough for her to eye the blade. "You're making this really easy you know, like too easy." Sylar whispered into the darkness, his cold voice echoing off the walls. "Do you want to actually see what I use all the claws for? It's not pretty ya know." The boy said as if he were a seasoned killer, when in reality Sylar's only kill had been not nearly as scary as you'd think he was capable. Though the boy could be plenty vicious if he'd really let go of his human restraints.
His tail crept forward a bit more, the tip of it about to press gently against the girl, a dangerous weapon hovering just above her skin. "How about this human. I'll make you a little deal, you go back top side." The boy pointed his clawed finger up, which was barely a finger at all and more like a living kitchen knife. "And you tell all your little tabloid friends, or dumb kids or whoever will listen. I don't like your kind, and I don't like you in my tunnels. Stay out, and I won't have show you want the inside of my stomach looks like. Sound fair?"
Yeah, this was a great threat. Sylar was really playing the part of a thug and a bully, maybe he'd picked up on a bit of confidence and aggression from his time with Megan, a certain mutant girl who had plenty of attitude that made her tough as nails. With this he'd have an excuse not to murder some human girl and they'd be even more afraid of him, the rest of her kind that was. Sylar smiled, a real smile this time, which would have looked sort of odd compared to his earlier "monstrous" expressions, that was if Shelby could see his face anyways.
Sylar didn't show it, but he was enjoying this little game of intimidation. Mutants tended to be a little too defiant for his taste, but humans were all too easy to terrify, and why wouldn't they be? Sylar was literally designed to prey upon man, a step above them on the food chain they once dominated. Wouldn't that terrify anyone? Sylar could see every aspect of Shelby's fear down here in the dark, his senses and sight able to pierce this darkness just like her's would have the daylight in the surface world.
The girl hit the ground with a thud, and eagerly gave into Sylar's demand this time. His claw lifted from the wrecked camera, some of the film pulling free as he did, before he advanced again, coming closer to Shelby, a bare few uncomfortable feet away in fact. He glared down at her, his features hidden in the dark again, leaving only the monstrous silhouette of the Boogeyman of New York.
"Are you afraid human?" He asked, a bit of sadism sneaking into his words, his inner monster feeding on Shelby's fear of him. He didn't actually intend to harm the girl, Sylar didn't like humans but he was still a long ways from being openly violent towards them, at least fatally so. Suddenly Sylar lurched forward, dropping down to the ground and placing his face at Shelby's level on the ground. "A little old to be scared of the Boogeyman aren't you?" He smiled a bit, a terrifying display he was doing to purposely frighten Shelby more.
Time to send her running for the hills and telling all her friends to never go near the sewers again. His voice lost it's cruel tone, suddenly switched to a more taciturn androgynous sound. "This is the part where you run human." He whispered to her.
Sylar was learning something as time went on, he really didn't like defiance or resistance. Whenever people didn't do as he expected, things only got tremendously worse for Sylar. He growled at the girl and spun his body, his coiled tail dragging Shelby with it as he flung her down into the tunnel and the muck past her camera. It wasn't that he knew about her can of pepper spray, in fact this might be a chance for her to retrieve the item. No, Sylar just didn't like the idea of the human girl talking back.
The boy growled and stared at the girl now free of his serpentine tail, but further away from the ladder where she'd come down. "I wouldn't talk back to me human. I don't like your kind." He hissed at her as he stepped forward, his thin frail form somehow so dominating down here in the dark, the curves and shapes of his armor, the light reflecting off his claws and the tail of course, was the one part that always drew attention. These sewers were the factual nightmares of children, and Sylar was the real life Boogeyman that lived here in the dark.
His claws clicked lightly against the stone, leaving scratch marks against it with the faintest of steps, the boy's form advancing on the girl, his body now standing directly above the only light source down here in the tunnels. He took a breath, the air scraping against his fangs as it was drawn in and let out when he spoke. "I told you to drop it all. And I'd suggest you do, because otherwise you won't be able to out run me." He smiled, his lips pulling back from metallic fangs and leaving the last sight the girl would get before his clawed foot slammed down into her camera and shattered the device and ruining most of the film.
Sylar swayed back and forth a bit, like a cautious animal examining some human thing it'd never encountered before, sort of like a cat. He'd lean one way, and look towards Emily, but she'd be able to see he never actually looked "directly" at her, because to his eyes she matched the rest of the world, blending in just like another building in the city or a tree a midst a forest. His usual monstrous attitude lost and wasted against someone like Emily, Sylar seemed far more like a nervous teen than anything.
The tabloids loved to exaggerate the crimes Sylar was responsible for, his looks made him a great news monster. But in reality he was just a criminal, a thug who robbed stores for food and clothing. Now sure he may have taken a dog or two as well...for things best left unsaid, but poverty and hunger drive people to dark places. And the actual papers tended to ignore him, as he rarely left photo evidence or harmed anyone which made for poor news. Leaving the tabloids to turn him into a real Boogeyman, though he sort of enjoyed the infamy at times.
The girl was intimidated, though he couldn't see a temperature or smell any sweat, her voice was a bit shaky. Well it would make sense if she was a mutant, mutants came in literally every variety you couldn't even begin to imagine. So one with no temperature would be reasonable though whens he explained she was dead he sort of stopped for a moment. Dead? Like dead dead?
"You're dead?" He looked up towards her face, his ears able to pick up on where her voice was coming from, making the conversation only slightly more humane as a monster and a dead girl shared a dialogue. He wrinkled his nose again, trying to pick apart her scent. He didn't care much for dead things or carrion, even Sylar had limits you know. But her scent was just so old, her scent also lacked the usual accessory scents of rot or scavengers. She said she didn't smell, but Sylar could smell everything better than the normals and most muties.
"I can smell alot better than everyone else. And you smell lady. They just can't smell you, normals have weak noses." He said pulling back from her turning his head to look around. She'd found him in the midst of a robbery, but it seemed the cops hadn't shown up yet, leaving a bit more time for conversation with this odd dead girl.
Like a deer caught face to face with a tiger, Sylar's presence terrified the girl before him, as it should. Prey knew when it was face to face with it's predator, and Sylar was the apex predator of New York. The girl was surprisingly obedient, neither fainting nor running as Sylar demanded her camera. She tossed it to the ground, the device hitting the ground with a thud and a splash of sewage. The boy hissed again, though this wasn't as ferocious or intimating as the one before, more a sign of approval. His tail flicked back and forth a few times, like a cat's as he thought of what to do next.
As time seemed to drag on, Sylar thinking of how to dispose of Shelby, and the girl trying to find some means of self defense, neither of them aware of that toxin in the air that would infect the girl in time. You see Sylar's claws leaked a transparent venom, a unique type of neurotoxin that could hang in the dank sunless air only here in the sewers. And the fear Shelby felt now could barely compare to what the toxin would catalyze it too.
Sylar turned and in a flash his tail shot forward with the intent to coil around Shelby like a python around a rat. The appendage was nearly six foot long, and just as powerful as any boa constrictor, but worst was that pointed blade at the end, a deadly sharp weapon laced with neurotoxin, but Sylar didn't want to cut the girl or stab her, just to stop any ideas she might have in her head. He'd ran afoul with some oddly brave women as of late.
"No...you cannot." He whispered in response to her question, when he realized if this girl had a camera, she might have others or have friends down here, since only tabloid cronies came down here to bug him anymore. He hadn't heard or seen anyone else though, so he was sure she was alone. "You came down here...alone." He glared at her, his black soulless eyes piercing through the girl in the dim dark light. "Empty your pockets, leave everything here." He threatened.
Unaware that his toxin was making Evelyn's condition worse by the moment, Sylar did manage upon a thought that would help despite the ignorance. Being down here was damaging, not just to Evelyn, but anyone from up top, nobody could spend too long down here without something wrong happening. This dank dark world was meant just for Sylar, and though it was a lonely truth, he needed to get Evelyn out of here until she figured out how to regain her composure.
It was odd, usually seeing fear kind of excited Sylar like it was stoking some inner itch that his mutation had, a hunger to be fearsome, but when he knew it was Evelyn afraid of him, truly afraid of Sylar, it bothered him. It almost hurt to know even a friend could look upon him in horror, a sad truth. "You need air, run back top Evelyn, get out of here." Sylar said, trying to help her but his words could be misconstrued, twisted by his mutation and voice. Run, get out, flee, were all words that meant to escape from something dangerous.
It seemed Evelyn had the same idea though, her body inching away from him, back towards a ladder to leave this horrible place. Sylar stepped forward again though the girl warned him repeatedly to stay back. "You don't belong down here Evelyn, nobody belongs to my world." Sylar said, his anger all but gone and replaced with the usual melancholy he suffered through during his lonesome life. "I don't want to hurt you, but I think I am." He said, before he took a step back this time, thinking it might be best if he left the area, and just go away from her. He could find somewhere to vent his own frustration safely, maybe go break into some convenience store and eat the pain and confusion away.
Sylar watched as the girl reacted, her sudden movements, the anxious action and the rise in body temperature that accompanied fear. And the scent of sweat beginning to form, the very pheromone of fear. And it all culminated as the recipe came to a close when the girl finally spotted him, a weak sound getting caught in her throat as she laid eyes upon the Scourge of New York's underbelly. His tail dropped from the ceiling a bit, curling beneath the boy like a viper staring down a mouse. But the worst was the boys hair, which usually hid his unnatural face was falling free, revealing the boy's sullen looks, infected eyes, and the strange flesh that was wrapping around the sides of his cheeks.
Before Sylar could react though, the girl snapped a photo of Sylar, though the boy couldn't tell from the bright flash in his face when had zero effect. No what set him off was that little shutter click, a sound Sylar knew meant trouble. Some humans, mostly tabloid people loved trying to snap photos of him, and if a good photo got out they'd all come down here in droves. As the shutter finished his motion, returning to it's beginning the boy pulled his lips back from his various fangs and growled, a chilling sound that would send a spine down any human's spine.
The boy dropped from the ceiling with a thud, that small curled up ball of mutant fury unfolding as he stood up to stare at Shelby. He growled once more, but finally words found their way into his animal act. "The camera...Give it to me human." He hissed though he didn't intend to politely wait for her to respond, Sylar was going to take the camera, one way or another...
Sylar had come back around, entering the same tunnel that Shelby was in, though the distance between them kept him safely within the shadows. Sylar was in his usual crouch, his body compacted in a way that would make most people uncomfortable, but it was an excellent way to stay out of view as he observed the current invader to his world. A human form, smaller and more curved than a man. Yet another woman had found her way into Sylar's murky home. What was it with the New York sewers and women, seriously?
His eyes couldn't see her lights, and the camera didn't generate enough heat to alert Sylar to it's presence, so for now the sewer creature just observed the girl, his form at the edge of her light, like a predator watching it's prey through tall grass. The boy decided the easily solution would be the funnest, scare her out of here and make sure she wouldn't ever come back. Sylar turned and began to crawl up the wall of the tunnel, his claws sinking into the wet stone like a fork into meat, the blades easily rending the old stone.
Firmly attached to the ceiling, Sylar began to crawl down the tunnel towards Shelby, his tail slithering along the roof of the tunnel behind him. The only sounds he made were the soft tones of his breathing, and that little snickt noise his claws made as they pulled from the stone and slid back in a few inches forward, the boy scaling the tunnels like a spider as he positioned himself closer and closer to Shelby, not wanting to pounce until just the right moment. As he came within a few feet of her, nearing a spot he could drop down right on her, or even end up behind her, he made the first real noise that would reveal trouble was coming.
The completely inhuman hiss Sylar could make escaped his throat, slithering through his fangs and echoing lighting into the tunnel around Shelby.
Sylar crashed through the building complex like a bull through a china shop as he hunted for Noel. The pain he still felt burning at his eyes fueled his rage and gave him a taste for violence. Sylar was a timid boy when it came to mutant kind, his personality completely starved by his fear of this inner monster, but Sylar didn't know Noel was a mutant. She didn't get that protection, instead now she had a raging mutant after her, who only cared about one thing.
Teaching her a lesson. A painful one.
Vengeance wouldn't have been the norm for Sylar some months ago, but he'd been changed by certain individuals, who groomed the boy's confidence and told him to embrace his power, to stand tall in a world that shunned or misunderstood mutant kind. And the lesson of today was don't mess with muties. "Where are you human!?" He screamed into the hall, his ears eagerly absorbing every sound he could pick up on, always looking for that step, that breath, that scream. He knew what Noel sounded like, and as soon as he found her trail, he'd come down on her like a wolf onto a rabbit.
Her feet had carried her to a chapel, how ironic considering no power could help her against the venom in her veins. Hisses and howls, voices and shapes, all of it imaginary, the primitive part of her brain being hijacked by toxins as it played tricks on her mind and left her vulnerable. Sylar heard a door, or someone hitting a door. He grinned and moved towards the sound, again bumping his way through a reblinded world, his vision still a jumble of painful blurs.
Sylar inched closer to the door as Noel made a prayer. He wasn't sure if this was right, but there was one way to find out. Praying upon fear was second nature for the boy, his mutation after all was predatory and his form nearly supernatural. He lifted a clawed hand and smashed it against the door, not enough power to break the door in, but enough to send a thunderous thump to the other side. A surprising noise like that would surely spook the girl if this was the right room.
"You can't outrun me human. I can hear you, your racing heart and desperate breathes. I will get you!" He threatened against the door, pondering how best to actually catch Noel. He could still use his powerful hearing, but pin pointing the girl to catch her or pounce her would be difficult if she wizened up and started hiding while his nose and eyes were burnt to a crisp by her noxious spray.
