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He couldn't blame her wanting to stay at the mansion, it was probably one of the safest places in the city for her right now. Christ he was genuinely considered asking if she'd be willing to stay there for a week or two, with her mum and daughter. Having somewhere he trusted to look after them all and with easy access to Doc was a compelling line of reasoning for him. Not that he was entirely logical at the moment, he anger was building with every passing hour that monster was free. Thank God Xavia was asleep and Doc had firmly removed him from the infirmary, sitting there with her would have just made his blood boil more, make it all way more immediate. Instead he was making calls, arranging protection details and asking Devon to meet with them. They'd need Havens resources and frankly the only one there he knew enough to trust with this was Devon himself.

Artair reflect back to Doc's quiet words after the incident. In his kind way he'd made it clear to the Scot he was in more danger than Xavia right now, more likely to lose himself. Never had he been so close to shouting at the man, wanting to berate him, but Doc had cut his legs out from under him. The Old Doctor had told him he'd scared the children. It wasn't the blood, or the medical emergency that had rattled them, it was the sight of a man, covered in blood with a murderous expression on his face. That was telling.

He hadn't been able to promise Doc he'd do the right thing, but he was damn well going to try. If he meet the guy though, or if he wasn't happy with the answers he got when the captured him, he wouldn't hold back. Sometimes the only way to deal with a rabid animal is to put it down.

Finishing his last conversation in this round of phone calls, he moved back into the infirmary. Trying to put on a more pleasant smile he approached the orange haired wonder, gave her a quick peck on the check before sinking back into his seat. "How're you feeling now lass, any less sick than before?" Among everything else, the stress and the trauma, poor Xavia was also dealing with morning sickness. Sod's law was in full effect today.

"Managed to get a protective detail at your house, so you're family's going to be fine. he won't be able to get to you through them OK?" That was at least something, it was obvious she was worried more about them than herself so at least that was a little bit of stress he could help her deal with, "There anything you want me to grab for you before this meeting?"

He'd been expecting jenny to do something, maybe flick him backwards or just pull the gun out of the officers hands. Artair didn't see what she did do coming, but then who the hell expects projectile bins? Between one second and the next the officer was down, possibly hurt, possibly unconcious and he was standing there with a crazy mutant who could lift him up like a child. Fantastic.

Launching himself forward to bring her into range, he ducked under a flying bench and took a wild shot. Which missed, because it was a terrible shot. OK, he really, really needed to practice with this more, crossbows were not his forte. Pulling another bolt out and straight into the weapon, he was getting close now. Which was worrying actually, unless she was a complete idiot she was planning something. Something he probably didn't want to be a part of. This Jenny girl had more than a few screws lose and she was giving him very weird looks, the kind a predator has, the kind that chilled a grown man to the bone. What, he wasn't to proud to admit he was afraid.

Good thing too, the fear was keeping him alive, giving him that little boost of adrenaline he needed to dodge her attacks. Why wasn't she just picking him up again? Was she concerned he'd do more than punch her this time? Whatever she had up her sleeve, she was doing a damn good job keeping him moving, not letting him regroup with the lass on the ground.

Wait, where was the rat? He'd been just there!

Oh no. The hit had knocked the girls focus and the makeshift glove prison had dropped. Oh this was bad, the rat was the most dangerous one to him. One good shock and his heart would happily try to kill him. A heart attack right now wouldn't just be bad, chances are it'd kill him.

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His dear, dear Jenny was fighting for him, his love was true! And he was free, oh today was getting better and better. Slipping out of the gloves and finding a sutable place to hide from the rain of debris she was playing with, what could he do now? How could he get them away. The Scot was the issue, he was the one who'd hurt his beloved. He had a shock coming, literally!

Giggling at his joke, he moved quickly and quietly, sneaking up on the red haired man, his skin crackling with the building charge. Time to show the Gael what a 'rat man' could really do!

OK Slimey, it was just the two of them now. Time for a little fun. Shifting the two mobile knives into shields and pouring as much spare energy she had left into them, she had a pair of mobile bucklers which should be able to take more than one hit. In theory. Hopefully. So maybe this was less a plan and more a hope and see strategy that would end one of two ways. Her dealing with the acid spitter, or her getting some lovely new scars. Cait really, really wanted it to be the former. Mainly because it was less the scars she was scared of, but the blistering pain acid would cause.

Dodging one of the many flurries of spit she already had this fight, she kept moving in weird directions, changing constantly to confuse the guy. With a few close calls and more than one hit being slapped out the air with a shield, he was running out of steam pretty quick, looks like he didn't train in prolonged use with his power. Good, just a garden variety thug then he'd make a mistake.

Ducking under another projectile and coming in close, this was were stuff went a little wrong. Rather than him trying to get away from her, his just barreled in. With how close he got she couldn't get her daggers in play without causing serious harm, ugh why did she have to have morals. 

Hammering him a few times with her pommels to get him back, he just ignored the hits and grabbed onto her. Oh this would be bad. Rather than let him vomit a whole load of acid right onto her, she swung the shields through the air and just started pummeling him in the face and shoulders with them, all the while using the steel knives in her hands the cut and strike, catching any soft spot she could, trying to drive him back. Each hit wasn't much damage, but they quickly added up and he just couldn't focus enough to deal the blow he wanted, the constructs knocking him about too much. At one point she could almost hear his nose break and after a few more seconds the guy finally just relented and let her go.

Leaping on the moment of weakness, Cait swept the guys legs out from under him, smacking him the temple at the same time. Wow, he went down hard, way harder than she'd expected but thankfully, he was out.

Oh yeah! One Acid man dealt with, her first apparently. That was one for the record book. Turning back to her helper, she was impressed. He'd laid out Metal face and one of his friends with apparent ease. Wow, the guy had some skills. "Need a hand there or are you all good Cheshire?" The helmet looked so cool, very nice to look at.

"Just try to remember that at the end of the day, Devons just another person, with all the same motivations as anyone else. His are just wrapped up in particularly pretty packaging." Damn man was a walking model of humanity, how was any normal guy meant to compete. Well any normal guy without a charming accent. Artair did just fine with that.

Rings sound good, but not the type Derek wanted, "I could do with a barbecue chicken burger, been a while since I've had one. Oh do they do calamari rings here as well?" The idea of seafood was mouth watering.

"And of course, I'll need another drink." His own was running empty. It was what, his third, and he still wasn't buzzing yet. Thank you Scottish endurance. Many a drinking contest here had been won with just that. 

As soon as the first guards rounded the corner she was one them, knives flashing around her. Every single one was going to severe wounds, hamstrings, fingers, feet, anything that would take a person out of the fight for the time being. She wasn't actively trying to kill people, but it happened. It was unavoidable at this point. Astird and Becca needed her to be strong for them, to protect them for now, so she did. She channeled her anger, her resolve and dealt with the attackers quickly and efficiently.

After a while the fighting turned in to a haze, becoming a blur of bodies and alarms. She just kept moving through them, clearing out every guard that came her way. None got past her, none came close without being maimed in the process and all the while, in the back of her mind, she felt sick to her stomach. This wasn't who she was, it was who she had to be.

As she dealt with the last two guards in one particular wave a familiar blaze of energy slammed into one of them, sending him down and leaving his friend open to a knife. Turning and smiling at the boss back in action and nodding along to the quick words, "Good plan, we need to deal with these people. They are way to dangerous to ignore." Cait was still wound up tight in action mode, her words came out crisp and without the usual fake accent she put on in unfamiliar places on a mission. She was too focused to even try, all of her senses on high alert.

Impact spinning on a heel sent her into battle mode again, knives back out, shield ready to form and eyes following the bosses eye beams to the target. Or more accurately, the would be target, the damn woman was an adapted. OK, take in all the details, this would be a tough one. She had a gun, was confident and her aura looked to be maybe 8 feet? It was hard to gauge specifics but a rough idea was better than no idea. She was tall too, well built. If it came to hand to hand, she'd have the upper hand, literally and chances are she was well trained when it came to dealing with mutants. This wouldn't be easy, or safe, but she needed dealing with. The Scot needed a plan.

Which immediately went out of the window when the woman talked. She threatened Astrid. She'd unknowingly threatened the most vulnerable person there. This woman was going down, now. "Seraph, cover us. Keep any new guards off our backs. Impact, lets show her exactly how wrong she is."

Pulling a shield out in front of her to deal with the bullets, she went with the only thing she could think of right now, she launched one of her really knives at the woman in a hefty throw, while launching a construct to get a better idea of the size of her aura.

Now for the stupid bit of her 'plan'. Hauling up one of the smaller, groaning guards and positioning him between her and the gun, "You want your friend to die, go ahead and fire. Just put the poor sod out quick, wouldn't do to make him suffer." Where the hell did that come from!?

So did he, if this creep could just leave her alone, he'd be over the moon. Xavia had suffered enough. More than enough actually and she didn't deserve someone trying to get in her head and mess with her. She needed a break, to bad life decided to just pile it on, really dig the knife in. When he heard the phone drop he knew something was up. When heard the voice, he knew she was in danger. When he heard how terrifed she sounded, even as she was so distant from the phone, he knew she needed him. "Mate, stop the car let me out. Call Devon's office and tell them it's an emergency, the creeps found her, he'll understand." Pushing the door open and giving the guy a solid look, "Once that's done head to where I asked you to drop me off. Might need you again soon."

Not even looking back, he launched himself from the car and set off at a dead sprint, angling towards the park and dodging the random passersby on the street. This was not happening, not now, not after everything she'd been through. No one was hurting her any more. Whoever this creep was, whatever he wanted, he'd made the single biggest mistake of his short miserable life.

Knocking more than one person out the way and getting sworn at more in those few minutes than he usually heard in a week, he was at least nearing the big park they'd planned to meet at. Every second counted, every slight delay could cost her deeply and he chafed at every single loss of speed. Nothing mattered but her. Nothing. Not morals, not the law, not his own life. Which was a startling possibility, going from zero to one hundred was bad enough for anyone, for someone like him with so much damage to it, he could actually cause a heart attack, one he'd happily deal with if it just waited until she was safe.

Rounding the corner and seeing the entrance he slowed for a second to catch his breath. Where the hell would she be in the park, where would someone set up a romantic picnic? Somewhere a little out of the way, a little isolated. Damn, that meant no random jogger or dog walker was going to find her and stop it, he was on his own here. Running into the park and hoping for the best, he started shouting out her name, as well as watching for any animal he recognised as one of Dereks. If anything could lead him to her, it was one of them.

When he found them though, he had no plan, no idea of what he'd do.