Blinded In Chains

[Cifero Windtail]

Zephyr nodded. "I'll be here," he said, calling to Kitane, before turning to Lokyar. "You really want to fight us both at once?"

[Lokyar Brightmane]

Lokyar smiled.

"Oh yes. You see, I have never fought with a weapon before; my paws have been good enough. But, after realizing I can channel through this as easily as my own body... I feel like testing. I've done a few forms, but there is nothing like a live opponent. And if one is good, two is better."

[Cifero Windtail]

"Um.. okay, but..." He pointed to Lokyar's weapon. "You put a protective shield around that so that no one will get seriously hurt, right?"

[Lokyar Brightmane]

"Erm... It's a mace... How would I do that? I was mostly going to be careful with it..." Lokyar asked, looking at his weapon in an inquisitive manner.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zephyr widened his eyes. "Um... okay, you're good."

[Lokyar Brightmane]

Lokyar stood thinking for a couple seconds, then closed his eyes for another couple, then opened and swung at a passing bird. The bird seemed to be impacted by the mace as it would normally in terms of change of velocity, but it didn't seem to be hurt at all. Indeed, it flew away, slightly disgruntled, but not limping in the air at all.

He watched the bird fly away, suddenly several hundred feet higher than it had been.

"That good enough? It didn't seem hurt, but the damage done in terms of, for example, knockdowns seems to still be there." Lokyar asked, smiling now at Zephyr.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zephyr nodded. "Fair enough. Now to wait for Kitane."

[Kitane Blackfyre]

Slinking through the shadows of the house, she sniffs out Emerick's scent, her ears alert and her nostrils flared. Searching for the lowlife, she flicks her tails and growls slightly as she tries to figure oh what he's up to.

[Cifero Windtail]

(I'd say hiding, since if he even tries to betray us, the metal on his leg will kill him the second he starts.)

[Kitane Blackfyre]

(Lol, I have a plan for him. SSSSSSSHHHHH!!! )

[Cifero Windtail]

(Ohhhh... ok. )

[JohnnyP789]

Atticuswalked down the stairs from the roof to get some water for everyone andhe stopped when the light was out,"what the..." he stumbled around in the drakness trying to fin the light swotch, to no avail.

[Kitane Blackfyre]

Kitane slinks into the kitchen after searching the living room and foyer. She notices two of the others, able to see clearly in this darkness. Rushing forward, she tackles Emerick, her eyes glowing silver. "Be more careful of where you go Atticus." She says over her shoulder to him. Looking back to Emerick, who she has pinned and fully disabled, she growls in his face and pulls back her free arm. He grinned and slammed his forehead against hers, forcing her off. She growls and gets to her feet, keeping a wary eye on him. "Just what are you plotting, lowlife?" She snarls at Emerick, not even caring to call him by his name. A smirk crosses his muzzle as a shadow falls over his eyes.

"You will know soon enough." He laughs darkly. Her eyes narrow, but she doesn't take them off of him

"Atticus, go grab Zephyr." She says through clenched teeth.

[JohnnyP789]

Atticus smiled, his night vision kicking in and he steps in front of Emerick," Kitane... you go do that... I got him..." He smiled and bared his fangs, tackling him to the ground and slamming his head into the floor, preceding to punch him in the face a few times, making his lip and nose bleed," you better start talking..."

[Kitane Blackfyre]

He spits blood in Atticus' face, the same smirk on his features. "Two of us won't be leaving here today." He whispers. He brings up his feet much like Kitane had done before, getting his legs under Atticus' arms and flinging him off. He grabs for a kitchen knife and lunges for Kitane, impaling it into her side all the way down to the handle. She growls loudly, grabbing him by the throat and throwing him across the room. The metal on his leg instantly starts reacting, pain filling and consuming him until he lies still. She holds her side, after pulling out the knife.

"This is nothing." She hissed. The knife had missed anything vital, so she wasn't going to bleed out just yet. Ripping the bottom half of her shirt, making an impromptu bandage for the sound for now. This she would let heal on its own, instead of having it healed by magic. Some scars she preferred to have, even if they were from much hated enemies. She walks over to Emerick's limp body, kicking it over. "Looks like Zephyr does some pretty good work." She nods, checking his pulse to make sure he was dead.