She crouches down, poised as if ready to spring away at any moment, her finger tips lightly resting on the ground before her..silence hanging in the air between them for long moments...she lets out a long sigh* Maybe I don't....I just can't see why...?..*she drops the sentence and turns her gaze towards you* No, I won't ask....I'm sorry *She runs her hand through her hair a grin coming to her face* so where do you feel like vacationing? Australia, Hawaii? *shrugs* Greenland?

** He nodded, inhaling sharply at the crisp and surrounding chilled air. ** I doubt you'd understand. . . ** His arms folded over his chest, as he watched her for a long moment. She like an animal crouch low to the ground. He lowered his eyes to the foliage, finally allowing his fingers to reach out below and dance across the small blades that sprung from the earth. Watching too in the moonlit distance invisable forms seeming to sweep over the taller grasses before they receeded into the forest. Forms, dancing, and swaying in intercatices that a wind counldn't fathom on creating. He watched as her words fell again to the night, and slithered to his ears. He shut his eyes managing a shrug then, and stood fully. The surroundings having their short lived appreciation, the fact was this place bothered him. Bothered him more than any other place that he had ever been to. The bases flipped through his mind as he simply wished to reply. - I want to go home. - Instead he picked one relitively near an UNnatural hotspot in Australia, and mentioning it. Straightening out his pants, and straining his senses fully, in every motion. . .wondering how he would drain his power completely. Moving more towards the lake, perhaps a swim, perhaps a full out sprint? Knowing more than likely, as the last time she had fought with those neuro toxins, he would be bed ridden for a week. Not mentioning that small fact, instead saying ** I have to get rid of all of this stored energy, ** Knowing then he wouldn't have to explain the rest to her. He straightened his shoes as if the minor perfections would matter. His pants already sporting identical bullet holes, and his tee ripped and charred black in some areas. **

I might.....but then again, I might not want to understand *she looks up at the night sky, feeling almost lost within its vast expanse* There is a lot I don't want to know or understand...*Her voice fades out a little as she continues on to herself* Perhaps that is one of my many failings *Her gaze follows you as you stand* Australia? I had always wanted that base *She stands. turning to look over the same field of grass....yes, there were strange things here, but this was still the outdoors, nature in a strange form, yet nature all the same....* Somehow all my transfer requests always got denied, or lost *she plucks a blade of grass and absently chews on it before looking over at you* I don't really want to do this, but I think it might work........you can at least fight back.....

** He shook his head, slowly, as if her were looking forward to being beaten. He clutched his hands a few times into balls, and listened. Offering nothing into the addition of the silence. He would not fight her, he wouldn't raise a finger to stop her. Trying to trust, something that indeed hadn't come easily, expecially with her. It was still too new. . too . . . uncomfortable to be trusted. He assumed her transfer requests were 'lost' as some tended to get. A question that never made it past his mind was - Why there, of all places. . - But instead he simply looked towards her. As if to signal an unforementioned - Go ahead -. He didn't bother to brace for an attack, assuming the harder he was hit, the more realistic it would be. Broken bones, severed skin, rended cartilage, springs of blood. . . was this a price to pay? Sure it all could be fixed, and fixed over again and again. Thinking then the price of not going back was greater. He stood watching her in an errie silence the seemed only interupted in his ears by explosions of a racing heart beat. . . and the ocassional ragged and forceful breath.**

*she drops the grass blade and turns away, chuckling mirthlessly* I suppose I could always say that this will hurt me, more than you....but that is just way too corny *She looks out over towards the lake...Australia, she had tried many times to be transferred there, if her requests had gone through, maybe she wouldn't have ran, none of this would have happened, Australia, the furthest geographical point she could achieve from her father...... her fist clenching and unclenching...she did not want this, but there was no other way, at least this was feasible...without warning she swings around her fist aimed at your midsection* I'm sorry *....her words filled with remorse*

** He didn't bother to comment on the line instead he simply observed her. How she fought, watching with a keen eye her muscles in flashes, as they moved with the motion, forcing himself, perhaps the hardest thing he had done. . to take the punch. Tempted to step back, just that much, instead he held his ground. Allowing her fist to meet the soft tissues of his belly. Letting out a large breath as the contact moved further inwards. Suprised at the force, the strength and speed. He staggered backwards nearly scowling at her words. A small pant as he toppled a bit, and fell to the ground. He inhaled and his power already seeming to overtake what effect the punch had, still very much charged. . .and laughing through a wheesed cough. ** You'll have... to do better than that. . . break something. ** He Inhaled as his hand reached for his stomach, ** And use your nails. . . **Praying that he wouldn't have to instigate a fight, not thinking he honestly could**

God damn it! fight back! *She steps forward reaching down, trying to haul him forcefully to his feet....she can't fight him, not when he doesn't fight back..shes gotta make him fight, anger him* I killed your best friend, blew his head off *The words coming out as throws another almost half hearted punch with her claws extended.....how can she fight him when he has risked so much for her? It seems traitorous...but this is the only way...the only way to get him back where he belongs..* And I enjoyed it *the words hurt her, as much if not more than they hurt him...she had never wanted to kill vince, but if that is what it took...* I enjoyed watching Exits brains splatter *She can't even use his name, it is Exit now, not Vince...she has to , she can't think of it...it is one of many things that haunt her, but maybe this once it will be of use*

** He blinked up towards her as she near commanded.She pulled him to his feet with ease. He turned his head slowly as she spoke again, closing his eyes fully, the words not angering him, but paining him. He clutched his teeth so tightly together his temples began to throb and ring. He watched her as he simply allowed the other punch to fall striking in squarely across his cheek. Allowing this too, to knock him down. Allowing it to hit fully, forcing his muscles to /not/ react. Not to flinch, instead taking the half hearted swing feeling the nails near sear his flesh in a passing swipe, smiling. . . it was good. Very good, All he needed was a few more. Blood trickled down to his ears and over his face. The slashes tried to heal themselves, his body expending a vast amount of energy on the wounds, in futile attempts to heal them. He listens to her verbal attack, his heart literally sinking plumetting with each syllable. Forcing his hands to remain to his sides, as not to tend to the wound. He replied a simple ** No you didn't. ** his words not trying to sound in disbelief instead a statement he knew to be true. His jaw and face suddenly tingling and aching. . . calling out then ** Perhaps if you did more punching than talking I could be home by now. . . coward. You /COWARD/ ** He looked towards her, trying much the same tatic ** You couldn't spare your pathetic mother, or even admit to what you know is the truth, you are even to scared to say your own father's name. You /weak/ pathetic woman, no wonder you ran. . . ** turning then spitting smiling as blood stained his teeth. . .Trying grasping for anything. . ** Even now your friend is dying because /you/ got caught. And your others at the farmhouse. . .gone, even that blasted blue kid. . ** He watched placing every piece of malice he could to his voice, and seeming to mean each word. **

He deserved it, that pathetic excuse for a male..*Her throat tightens as she throws out the verbal jabs, she believed these insults no more than he, but she had to try, she needed him to retaliate, needed him to fight....she knows what will work* and you? You couldn't help him, You pathetically weak looser, you were hiding while I blew his head off. You couldn't even help your best friend. you can never do anything right, no wonder your father ignored you...he couldn't stand to be around you, you failed him, you fail everyone *The words easily said, her apparent belief ringing with each statement as she slowly advances *She throws another punch, this one without claws, at your jaw...she hesitates as you venomously spew forth your statements...most hitting home, some she believes......she believes she is a coward, freely admitting that she ran, when she should have stayed..that only saddens her, does not anger..Alan she knows is safe...however at the mention of 'the blue kid' anger does briefly flare..what of Zak? and Jesse? are they okay?.....She throws another punch, this one full force with claws fully extended, ripping towards your chest*

** He blinked towards her, his smile still painfully intact as she spoke. He shook ever so slightly as her words simply caused more anguish, more pain. He had. . . followed an order. His mind and thoughts were at a loss of what to say, Tears of anger and anguish rushed down his face. The comment towards his father making his blood run icy cold. In all his rage he felt fuming within him he instead of clawing towards the dirt and standing his ground. No. . . that man wasn't his father. Suddenly, not a moment more to spare another thought her punch ripped towards his chest, ravaging the shirt to shreds, and piercing the skin with a sickening slurping-pop-sound. The nails digging through the lining of his rib cage, and piercing the outter most edge of his lung. His eyes shot wide as he hunched over his chest, pulling his hands as to clutch the wounds. His arms fully over his stomach and chest, as the burning tingling, and pain remained. The power slipping away trying to heal something it simply could not. He trembled there for a moment, managing to remain poised like that for a long moment. Trying to hide the true intensity of the pain. He gathered his breath to only have it spray a gentle red mist as he then coughed. Moving a hand to catch more blood that seemed to spring forth. He tried to spite more words, instead nothing came to mind. His lips trembled momentarily in saying. ** hurry up . . .** He still managed to cover his lips with his hand as he spoke, the taste of his own blood frightened him, as he continued to get weaker. He'd need bruises, scrapes, perhaps knife slashes and defnately gun-shot wounds. Trying to express this to her to only cough more, a touch more blood hanging like fresh ripe berries in droplets over his fingers. **

*Her eyes widen in shock as she sees the extent of injury she has caused him, and she stops* oh god, I'm sorry...*tears run down her face as she braces herself, she winces as he coughs up blood...she had almost lost a friend today, and now she was about to kill another, or almost* I have to do this * Now that his healing factor is otherwise occupied she goes for a clean break, she kicks out her foot coming down hard on his leg*

** He listened to her words, allowing her to further masacre his body. His only thoughts at the time, were a mere utterance of ** Home. ** His mind seeming child-like - I wanna go home, I just want to go home.- A dull thought entered his mind. . . what if, after all of this, that was more likely tearing his heart to shreds a hundred times sharper than hers, it wouldn't work. He voiced this nearly unsure of the plan, perhaps pain, perhas it was more of fear of the pain. ** What if this doesn't. . .** His words were brutally cut off as her foot careened to his leg, not snapping the bone, quite, but instead kneading the flesh to a very fast spreading blue bruise beneath his pants. Hairline fractures ran through the length of his bone, cracking the surface like a dry riverbed's surface. He blinked, his eyes widening with the sheer burning, the feeling ripple through his body, feeling that and knowing a flood would follow, before it even hit his brain. He braced for something anything. . instead it was dull, as his hands shook. His powers trying to do anything with the chest wound, draining him further. His body was going into shock. Sure he had felt pain, a-lot of pain, but it wasn't something he simply couldn't repair, this was throwing his system to a slow shut-down . **

DAMN! *she knows it wasn't a clean break, that wasn't what she wanted* god no* Years of training, fighting...she had the skill, when it came to a fight she was good, she could hold her own, in a fight she had no qualms about injuring another...however this? this was almost murder...she kneels down beside him, one hand sweeping the hair back off his face..her voice soft, gentle* we will get you there, you'll go home *she swipes the tears aside leaving a trail of your blood on her face...It will work *...in one swift movement..she reaches forward striking at his temple with controlled precision, enough to bruise and render unconcious, not enough to damage the brain*

** He watched her for a moment only half aware of what his body was scrambling to do. A sweet numbness ran the length of his veins, and crawled under his skin. Perhaps it was a part of her toxins, or maybe just his body over loading. Either way, it felt /soothing/. He waivered there as he watched her kneel, displaying kindness. He wanted to growl, to tell her to stop. Hearing her words hadn't helped either. He did want her to go. Talk, sit, hunt. It would have been nice. Her reassurance didn't help the growing lump of uncertainty growing in his stomach, instead twisted it to a new height. He watched her wanting to tell her he hadn't meant what he said before, but knew she knew. The giant was crumpled as she brushed his hair aside. He blinked again and for the first time honestly wanted to tell her everything. He parted his lips just so lightly, as if to release the information, let the thing that was at the tip of his mind and tounge roll to her, so she would understand. Not misinterpret, instead he felt a sudden sharp pain, his breath he had held to tell her exhaled as a swarm of color, and a halo of light surrounded his vision, then it all went to a deep black. Darker than the inky indigo sky, a black he was familiar with, comfortable in. His body refused to relax, as his muscles went limp. his hand fell from his chest, though the bleeding didn't stop from partially filling the air pockets in his lungs, or his muscles where she first hit to quiver in futile attempt to retain the wound. He thought, himself aside from these light convulsions, looked relativly peaceful. At ease with hallowed raspy breathing the only thing disturbing the silence. **

*She merely sits there staring at him for what seems to be an eternity, tears continuing to stream down her face..he looks almost peaceful, innocent...so many were stuck in this mess, and there was no way for most to turn...she shakes her head sadly.... there were two sides with no middle.... finally with what seems to be a great effort she forces herself to move, he needed more injuries, but she couldn't force herself to truly hurt him, any more than she already had....maybe some superficial wounds...swiftly yet with almost meticulous precision she extends her claws and begins making several superficial cuts on his body and arms, being extrememly careful that the quantity of venom is only enough to prevent healing...she licks her lips and stands, looking down sadly upon his battered form then she leans over swiftly and cleanly breaking his left arm, just below the elbow..it would be weak for a while, but at least it would heal clean....he would still have full use of his strong arm* This should never have happened *The words coming out softly as she reprograms her bracelet for just outside the gates of the Australian base...a little close yes, but she wanted no risks, she wanted to guarantee that he was found...they wouldn't be expecting a runner to show up outside their gates, especially one with a hunter over her shoulder...she had the element of surprise and she was going to use it..she leans over picking James up with a grunt* You gotta loose some weight *she activates the bracelette, vanishing in a white light, only to reappear in front of a startled gate guard..with a snarl on her face she throws Blacks body down before him Her voice ice cold, dead of emotion* unlike G.U.A.R.D. we don't keep prisoners *With that she reactivates the bracelette, vanishing before the guard has time to react she reappears at the tavern, blood marking their previous location on the grass before her, she bends down, her hand lightly touching the spot where he had recently laid* I'm sorry james, so sorry