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Pulling out another pair of knives to replace the shattered ones, she kept moving, not letting the acid lad get a straight shot at her and knocking the other two she was dealing with off balance. While the thug with a knife in his bone might not be out cold, he wasn't exactly focused on the fight. An ethereal knife sticking out your femur kind of does that. Too bad she couldn't get a look at her new best friend right now, if he was struggling as much as her they might be in trouble. That or she'd have to get nasty and that wasn't fun, for anyone involved.

Leaving a few more scars and slowly working her way closer to the acid spitter. If she could just deal with him this fight would turn around quick. The only issue, he spat freaking acid! How do you fight a person like that? Hope you get close enough without losing half a face to put him down? Cait really wished Becca had thought to train her for the eventual need to go up agaisnt people like this.

The shouting nearly distracted her, nearly. What it did do was make the two in front of her lose their concentration on her for just a second, just long enough for one quick movement. Sweeping two of her flying knives down, she drove them straight into the two guys feet, pinning them to the concrete. If the blood wasn't there, their reactions would have been pretty comical, both of them suddenly looking down to the glowing blades, and handily ignoring the brilliant Scot as she slammed the hilts of her real daggers into their now exposed temples. Ha! Take that jerks! Two thugs down and after giving each quick kick to seal the deal, they weren't bothering her for a while. Now, now it felt like proper fight, one she could win.

Thank you Cheshire man! Spitty wasn't even paying her attention during that, she gotten away 'Scot' free as it were. "My, my boys, at least put up a fight for little old me. Wouldn't do to let a girl beat you so easily." Hey, if the speedster had helped her, made sense to do the same, keep them off balance. Good thing he'd gotten big, metal and ugly though, her power wouldn't be great agaisnt someone like that.

Getting rounded on again by Spitty who unleashed a torrent of shots at her, she was forced back, dodging each shot. This one was dangerous, he wasn't just aiming for her, he was going for the knives flying around, trying to disarm her. With only two left she could safely use, it was a sound strategy, if only with one flaw. She could make more than just daggers.

Drawing some of the energy from the daggers stuck in various body parts, weakening them but not sending them away yet, she slammed all of it back into the two around her. This was going to hurt, a lot, but that acid was just way to dangerous to deal with. "Well then Mr Toxic Mouth, you ready to deal with a woman one on one?" Oh that worked alright, he was pissed and only had eyes for her. She'd have been lying if she wasn't enjoying this now that the odds had evened out, hell if her fast footed friend was doing this well they'd be done with time to spare.

What could go wrong?

No she could not, that had been amazing. A good solid time and something to work towards after her previous failure. It felt great to get a measure of success. "Damn straight I did, not letting this beat me yet. Can't wait for legs though, now there I shine." She wasn't exactly weak with her arms, but there was a clear difference in her strengths.

Now the leg press she knew, although she'd never used it like they were about to. She was looking forward to see how far she could push it and how much she could really lift.

"Oh yeah, it's one of my favourites. Can't lie with the results either, when you're best features your legs, you have to work them hard." Cait didn't mention how much she'd noticed the parts Rianne mentioned, no matter how awesome they were. Didn't help that it was really hard to not check someone out when you working out together in pretty revealing clothing.

Wait, that couldn't be right could it? 540 pounds!? Was that even possible and more importantly, when could she lift that much? Apparently it was possible, and her friend was killing it, plowing through the exercise like a woman possessed. It was incredible to see and she was just a little awestruck as it went on, barely able to muster the cheering she'd done before. It was just, inhuman to see. She even pushed past the 90 second mark. That meant there'd only be even more weight next time!

"That, that was incredible Rianne! I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it first hand." Cait knew she liked her new friend for a reason, she was a walking role model of awesome.

Food sounded great right about now, but they weren't done yet, she had one last lift to do and then the cardio left. Well, sooner started sooner done. Sitting in the seat, making sure everything was good, she released the weights and began. OK, it was way heavier than she normally did but this was her machine, her work out, no way she was doing bad here. Pushing with everything as the clock ticked, her skin turning a similar colour to her hair, she kept going, and going and going. 60 seconds came and went and she was nearing 90 before her legs just locked up completely. They had nothing to give, at all. Releasing an explosive breath and forcing them into one last push, she locked off the weight and tried to stand.

That didn't work. "Erm, mind giving me a hand up, legs feel like I haven't stood on them for days." It was so weird a feeling, like her bones were made of jelly.

Once she at least standing, "Sprints might not be my favourite exercise, but the thought of breakfast after is more than enough for me. Shall we?"

Veggies he could do. He might not be the best cook, but he had steady hands and knives sharper than any normal one. He could chop with the best. "Some fresh chopped veg coming up then, won't be long. You want a glass of water or fruit juice as well to go with it?" Pulling out some bell peppers, onion, avocado and some carrots, he pulled out a knife and set to getting them cut into reasonable sized pieces for snacking, all the while pondering what he was going to order. Maybe she could stomach simple vegetarian noodle dish. Something light.

Plating everything up when it was done and getting the hummus and mild salsa he'd gotten as well. All looked pretty good to be honest, nothing that would be bad for a pregnant woman or the kids she was carrying. Kids, that felt weird. twins were pretty rare all things considered but among mutant there just wasn't the data for how common they were. "This should tide you over for now, get some good nutrients and energy in your body. You will need a proper meal soon though." He wasn't going to lecture her, but she was eating for.....three now. Even when sad she'd need to get a decent amount of calories down to make sure she, and them, were OK. Doctor mode would never go away now, would it. Artair sighed a little at that idea. He was never going to see things like normal again.

"What do you feel up to, as far as a proper meal goes? Anything you think you could keep down?" There were days he wondered if emergency surgery was for him. And then he spent some time in the neonatal ward and he was damn sure that was easier than that. It was a wonder anyone from that floor got any sleep, or got time off. It was non stop. 

She did help, in her own way. Cait hadn't forgotten that she was one of the main reasons there were still able to stay a float, even if the money she brought in was from a less than legal place. Hell they were a less than legal group, she could hardly judge how they stayed in business, as long as it wasn't stolen.

"That's why you don't need to do it alone. As hard and scary as it is we'll be standing with you, making as many good and fun memories as we can." If they wanted fun, Cait was the girl to call, oh she had such plans for their new member. Shopping, music and more she had tucked away to show off. Oooo she might even be able to teach Aura a few songs and dances. As harsh as it sounded, Aura was a blank canvas, someone who didn't have any preconceptions about, well most things. She was kind of the perfect sounding board for some things. "Talking of memories have you ever had a chance to try any alcoholic drinks? Those are so much fun, in moderation of course." What, she was still Scottish.

Yeah, she could see how afraid her new friend could be going out alone, not that she had to worry about that right now. Cait was more than up for exploring the city with her. Blushing a little at how bold she was, the Scot answered quickly, "I kind of like both to be honest. Only found out I liked girls after a friend kind of kissed me. It was......good and now I kind of can't not be into guys and girls." That had been a fun night.

"I let you in on a secret, I'm pretty bad a dating too. Never been able to crack it." She just liked having fun too much to be attached to one person. Right now she just enjoyed herself, met some very interesting people and lived. No need for a partner.

Laughing and slipping onto the sofa as they entered the room, "Pretty much. I've been accused by some of being pure rainbows in human form. I just love making people smile and be happy. And when they're happy, they tend to be more huggable to it's not like I get nothing out of it." Hugs, were, the best. "Oh you'll love Raine then, she's so much fun."

Gesturing to the snacks and considering what tea to offer, there were just so many to choose from. Maybe something calming? Probably chamomile then. "Dig in, it's all for anyone to try, so that means you too now. I'll just get the kettle boiling for the tea."

Smiling at her carefully avoiding the subject as well he knew they'd have to have a talk about it soon. Not today though, she'd had enough to deal with and she needed some real creature comforts. "Well, I was thinking we get a delivery from the Red Dragon. As I recall they do pretty good food ad this time we'll probably be able to finish a meal from there without injuries." He kept his voice light and joking and thanks to her instance he'd stopped blaming himself as much for what had happened. Sure he still felt a little guilty but it had gotten the two of them talking. That was a bonus.

"Also got some stuff in if you want something while we wait, have a decent collection of fruit and veg." She'd pretty much picked the best day to come over, he'd just done the shopping the previous day so it was groaning with fresh food. And meat, but she wasn't really into that was she.

"There anything you want to eat in particular, or anything you think you can stomach?" He'd be a pretty bad med student if wasn't aware of the common issues with pregnancy. Morning sickness and for some reason, an increased sense of smell were a pretty potent mix when it came to trying to keep food down, not to mention the issues with salt etc. One again, Artair was glad it wasn't him who had to carry the kids in the species. He had more than enough pain to deal with already.

While she washed herself up and went out for some air, he tried to wake up a bit, get his brain running and all that. Didn't really work, his mind was stuck in Gaelic mode for the moment, translating any English he saw immediately into his home tongue and forming sentences in the musical language. God he must have been more fried than he realised, maybe some coffee would do the trick.

Brewing up a cup while Xavia was still on the balcony, he grabbed an apple while he was at it and sat munching it idly in thought. She was pretty fetching standing there silhouetted agaisnt the light, her bright hair tickled by an errant breeze. It was hard to argue with how he felt. He liked her, a fair bit. He didn't know why, he didn't know why but he did. He'd be pretty damn blind to not see she liked him, so why was he so hesitant about this? Sure he was absolutely terrible at this kind of stuff but shouldn't he still give this a chance?

When she suddenly came back in and started writing, he moved back to the sofa and took a peek over her shoulder. Unknowingly he started to read it out when she'd finished, just not in English. He'd defaulted to Gaelic, switching the words into his language and speaking them in that fluid, soft sounding speech.

Finally switching back to something understandable, "Didn't know you wrote songs lass, it's pretty good. You'll have to show me it when it's done." Leaving certain things unsaid, he didn't need to say he understood what it had meant. "You feeling up to some food now?"