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Billy's sudden and violent movement caused Chert to surge to his feet. He didn't do anything else but stand, although judging from the deepening frown on his face, that could change.

"I haven't taken anything from your tweaked a**!" She retorted while scampering out of reach again, instinctively searching around for a tree to flee up. The squirrel in her head was absolutely freaking out, but she... She was not scared of the scum bag.

Once again, the enraged druggy lunged for her, this time managing to grab a hold of her arm befor she could completely slip away, swinging her around to slam her against the table, one hand squeezing about her throat as the other dug into his pants to produce his usually well conceiled switchblade. "Ye'll. Tell. Me. Where. It. Is. Or I'll cut yer' feckin' tattooed t'roat," He hissed, eyes wild and his face reddened. His hands were visibly shaking, although his grip was like iron on her neck, no doubt leaving bruses.

The sight of the knife at Antony's neck was enough to goad Chert into action. He lunged at the druggy, attempting to hook his arms beneath the other's armpits and then lace his hands together behind Billy's head. He wasn't exactly sure how well a full nelson would work on an armed man, but hopefully the pain of having someone viciously wrench Billy's head down towards his chest would distract the druggie long enough for Antony to get away.

"This island is crawling with ******** lunatics!" Chert howled, wondering if the next thing he felt would be the cold kiss of a knife.

Air wooshed into her lungs as she gulped it in greedily, coughing as her hand went to cradle her neck. Snarling she managed to keep a hold on the wrist with the knife, bending it back and digging her claws into his flesh as she moved into him again, eyes blazing. Moments later, Antony's knee was once again plowing into Billy's crotch. Though this time, she was much much more pissed off.

"I don't have your ******** stash," she sneered before letting go and backing up away from the two men, giving Chert a thankful look as she rubbed her neck with a wince.

Chert could feel the impact of Antony's knee from his position, and he had to fight to keep his eyes from watering in sympathy. Jesus. If he ever planned on having children, maybe he ought to make sure and stay on her good side. Still, it was good she'd stepped in- getting ahold of someone was the easy part. Left to his own devices, Chert didn't know what he would have done after that. Knife fights weren't a normal part of his everday activities.

He figured it was probably alright to let go of Billy, so he released his hold on the man and stepped away. Chert returned Antony's look with a small, lop-sided grin that seemed to say, Sure, but what the hell just happened?

Staying on Antony's good side was generally a good idea. She had a long memory and held grudges.

Either way, she continued to try and get control of her breathing again, chest heaving while an ugly looking bruise formed on her neck in the shape of a hand. Her tails still looked like pipe cleaners from the entire ordeal, the squirrel still utterly freaking out.

Tree. Tree! TREE!

She did have half a mind to kick the knife away from him after catching Chert's gaze. The lopsided grin calmed her nerves down some, and Antony quickly caught his wrist loosely before heading out of the cafeteria. "We need to go," she rasped painfully.

The tattooed woman needed to get away from Billy before she killed him.