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" don't stane the couch, David." He said as he looked back for a moment and smiled at him. " I don't think Dibbie will like cleaning that up that much."

"Hi Fox, what are you..." he sniffed the air and smelled blood, his blood. He used the window as a mirror and saw the damage. "Damn that dragon..." He cupped his hands and held them up to his face as they began to glow. When he pulled them away, his eyebrows were restored, and all that showed that he was attacked was a small burn scar.

The door to the main bar opened to reveal the lone ronin Takara. Staring about he hoped to find Master Yawgmoth here tonight. Such was not the case it seemed.

"Damn.."

The boy muttered to himself, but then, he saw something. Some person was attacking Miss Ziven. Why? She had been so kind to Takara after meeting him the first time he did not see the reason to assault her. Thinking quickly he decided he would not allow this to go on any longer. Watching the man throw ten spikes towards her Takara reacted using his only pure advantage. Speed.

Ripping the jitte from his side he pinched the knife between his fingers and threw it. The precision perfect, the speed absolute. The jitte was meant to aim for the two at her head. More importantly her eyes. Given that a jitte was generally a great deal larger than standard knives or spikes ((OOC: Assuming here. The size was never mentioned)) it would easily be able to strike the two headed for her head and knock them away. But this would not be enough Takara knew that. The muscles in his leg tensed and with one movement the sound of a shotgun blast fired off into the room. The floor under him would be sinking if not crushing in from the propulsion force by now. But he would already be off. Drawing his sword he intended to deflect every one of the spikes the jitte didn't with the flat side of his blade. Which, utilizing precise sword discipline and technique he was very easily able to do. Bouncing off of the flat side of his blade would cause the spikes to reflect and ricochet backwards towards their launcher. Not that this was any sort of attack, they would be of course wobbly and off balance, easily dodgeable.

After this display of absolute raw speed was done Takara found himself between this person and Miss Ziven. Breathing heavily, after all, he was only human at the core. A very fast and highly skilled human, but human all the same.

"I think you're done now. Whatever qualm you held with her you hold with me now understand?"

Takara said fiercly to the man who had thrown such spikes.

"I havent slept after what has happened to me in the past...i guess...i just miss my Mikah...or maybe it is more of the fact i miss cuddling with him. I just havent been able to sleep right without someone there...it's hard to explain but i guess i am just co-dependant" -She hadn't talked to someone like this in a long time, most of her conversations ended is sex or something far beyond what was going on how (he's a kid, she thought to herself, but he is so...understanding... i wish i could take him with me.. he reminds me of Mikah...) she gave him another smile and patted his head, running her fingertips over the tips of his horns..."there comming in nicely...would you like to see mine?"

" That sounds rather awkward, but why not." He said as he looked at her head and blushed softly, If there coming from some other place he did not know if he wanted to see them right now. " Co-dependent is it, well it could be worse I guess. My mother Ana, she is co-dependent with my other mother Crow . It seems most of the time. Now, do you have one of these?" He asked as his tail came up from behind him and waved to her softly and wrapped it's self around her wrist that was touching his head and it sat there , it did not tighten not yet at lest. He knew what his tail could do. snapping bones and stone was for fun so he had to watch out what he was doing.

Slamming against the wall, she winced in pain, but still looked at Gage. Seeing him pull out a number of knives, as best she could tell, she considered her options. This was halted as a blur passed through the bar and after a moment she realized it was Takara Shiro. Taking advantage of this moment of distraction, she apparated to the rafters again. Despite being inured and having used some of her energy, she still had enough to go on. Recasting her barrier, she did not speak only because she hoped not to give her location away. There was much she considered trying but did not want to act unless she knew it was truly necessary and would be effective.

-she tilted her head twards his, horns sprouting from beneth her skull, they pulled up and back, some what of an S shape, protruding off her head, curling at the ends like that of a goats, her tail however, she pulled from behind her, it was atleast twice as thick as his and four times as long, messages weitten in gaelic danced about in the form of scars. she could sense what he was feeling, placing a hand to his shoulder she pulled him a little closer into a loving embrace, laying her head atop his, a feeling flashed over her, and she swore she say Mikah sitting there not him....she wasen't sure but she thought he might....no...theres no way....but she had to know for sure.- "You seem like a sweet lad"