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THis....was not good.

Right as he emerged, he knew things had just gotten bad. WHich meant his azure gaze swept between the three of them in a glacial stare.

Oh goody. You forgot something.

The thunderclap came quickly, perhaps before he could be tazed. Iden hadn't even bothered drawing the weapon, he had simply grasped the ROMAN and squeezed the trigger. He hoped he'd pulp the woman...but the strain in his voice, the fact that he had arisen into the haemox...the ortus was active but could only handle so much. After the first shot, he'd be all but at their mercy.

He tried to shift, but then the shock came. His finger clamped on the trigger, blasting a bullet skywards, and then that was it. He was toasted and dazed, and knew none of what happened until he was brought to by the familiar feeling of a tongue on his back.

Well damn. Gentle with the goods, ma'am...

The stink was overwhelming. She SMELLED like corruption. It was hardly a surprise that he found himself in the position he was caught in. But all was well...he'd think of something. For now, it just mattered that he not do anything too incredibly stupid.

Iden, for one, kept stoic and silent as much as he could. Aside from the occasional jab when she spoke her honeyed words, or the periodic grunts as she tended to his physique in her tantalizingly sinful manner, he was silent the whole trip. Being hog tied like this was a pain, and the soreness of his back had him permanently in a state of irritation and mild anger.

You couldn't handle it, babe. Trust me, it's bigger than it looks.

The quiet defiance was the best he could muster at the time. As he was, things weren't likely to be conducive to an escape. He'd just bide his time, and gather his strength.

Keep it. A souvenier. I can get plenty more. So...howsabout that walk, eh?

He was in good cheer, all told. For someone in such a situation, Iden was remarkably content to get out of the van on his own two feet, and stand tall as he was led towards the glyph. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good. But that was fine...he'd been waiting for this.

With a sickening crunch, Iden tore free. The haemox was painful, yes, but for once he was glad for the ortus. He may even let the little scaly shits go next time they popped out. He had some of his strength, rather than being utterly crippled. With that strength, he pulled.

The bones in his left hand made a horrific crackling noise as they broke, allowing the hand to slip free. With a whirling spin, he thudded his right fist into one escort's abdomen, while his left elbow slammed into the other's ribs. It bought him enough space to stomp on the free end of the manacles, to rip his right hand free as he had his left.

Come 'n get it kids. I'm game for round two.

So YOU'RE the b***h he was talking about. Well ******** me tenders...I got PLANS for you, then.

It was like something out of a bad action movie. The bad guys were rushing him, and he had his hands mauled to boot. But that just added to the challenge.

He whipped about, snapping a punishing kick to the left guard that had held him. With his disciplines now restored with the haemox gone, the blow tossed the fool backwards, leaving Iden to carry his momentum to snap about in a second kick that wrenched the other Ceilican's head at an unnatural angle. He was then pounced. The sudden impact threw them both to the side, but Iden kicked the beastly figure away and bounded to his feet.

Come on! COME ON!

The rest of the mob rushed him. He had dived sideways, meaning they all came more or less from the front. So he lunged inwards, and just as the collision was to come, he jumped. His feet slammed onto the nearest cat's face, and tossed him over. He needed a weapon to even the odds, and the b***h had the ROMAN.

He was fast. The others could not keep up. With the woman now in his sights, he made straight for her. With his shoulder lowered, she'd need to shoot him to stop him, though he meant not to hurt her. The tackle would scoop her over his shoulder....he meant to cart her away.

His grin widened as the gun rose. He saw it coming. The safety was off, the trigger slowly squeezed...

And the bullet passed through him with no harm done. He took to his mist form as the gun thundered. When the weapon fell, Iden was on her and the impact would be enough to leave most winded. With his bare, charred and scarred shoulder leading, he lifted her up with his arm around her waist and ran for dear life.

FUUUUUUUUUUUCK THIS!

Screw you guys!

And he was out. That was all that mattered. He was out and running...and they couldn't do a damn thing to stop that. He'd not be hindered by the jungle, meaning he could outpace any present with ease. And once he found a vehicle, all bets were off.

That tasty, huh? Women...I swear, I oughta just shoot you. The furball'd never forgive me if I ******** this up, though.

Korbinian had given Iden an idea. The word having been passed down...he meant to try something potentially unprecedented. He just hoped it would work...

For the time being, though, she was beginnign to irritate him. So as his hands finished knitting themselves back together, he lifted her from his shoulder quite roughly, and slammed her into the ground. His boot was on her ribs before any further actions could be taken.

You can either calm the ******** down...or I can just knock your lights out and haul you like a sack of meat. Either way is fine by me.

Iden did not recognize the city, but he recognized the territory. He'd need her quiet. His unclothed back was plain enough for unwanted attention as it was...