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[Kyrie Blaze]

If a cat could scoff...Jeremiah would be hearing it. Instead there was a low growl, one that rumbled and continued to roll.

The cat twitched but made no move to come down.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would let his arms drop again, then ask scarlet.

"You pick. We leave, it either doesnt get healed and dies or the wound gets infected and it dies. Or...we stay, and wait the animal out. What do you want to do."

Scarlet sighed.

"We wait."

Jeremiah would grunt...and sit at the base of the tree, leaning his back against it.

"Fine, stay there. You'll pass out from blood loss eventually."

[Kyrie Blaze]

The first seven minutes passed in relative silence before there was a soft scrape of claw against bark. Should Jeremiah not bother to look, another minute would pass before his cheek was attacked...by the end of the cat's tail as it smacked against his skin.

The cat had crept lower, to the lowest branch that could support its weight; its tail long enough to cover the rest of the distance to bap his face.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

He ignored it, keeping his eyes closed. He would look forward to a nap.

"Not close enough. You want help, come here. I'm not gonna beg to save your life, animal."

He shifted a little to get more comfortable, stretch out his legs, putting one on top of the other, and would continue to wait it out.

[Kyrie Blaze]

There was a sound of a shifting animal before the pad of a paw smacked against his face with a hiss. The cranky cat did not agree...and it was obviously close enough that it could reach.

STR: 30

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would grunt, his head forced to the side by the blow but...he didnt get up. He only scowled and looked up. The damn thing hit him and he wasnt dead? Interesting. He just stared at it.

"Hit me if you want, whine if you want, im not coming up there again so....lets go."

He would pat the earth next to him.

Strange...last time he felt this way about an animal....he was fixing its plating and upgrading its wings. Interesting.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The feline body slipped down, slowly, stretching its body out and then landing upon the earth with a soft growl of discomfort...

...and the next thing Jeremiah - and poor Scarlet - would know was the explosion of power and fur as the cat literally turned and began to batter Jeremiah's large frame with paws and bulk with a flash of its coppery fur and a mix of yowl and scream. For the first couple strikes, it sat upon its haunches before pouncing. Jeremiah would receive bruises, perhaps, but no scratches or wounds.

STR: 65
DEX: 80
CON: 35

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would turn and look it in the eye. He wasnt afraid of it, and now it was too close for him to protect against-

WAP WAP WAP WAP

Thats what he felt, bruising lighting up the sides of his face...but no scratching. Okay, so it was pissed he made it climb down. He would not try to fight it but instead would attempt to reach up and grip its left ear and pull back, hard enough to signal he wanted it to stop but also to indicate if it tried to rip away...it might leave the ear with him.

He spat, blood coating the ground. Superficial injuries.

"What did you expect, me to climb the tree? Look at how moody you are. Now. I'm gonna let your ear go, and your gonna stop hitting me. We understand each other?"

He still looked it in the eye, giving it a crooked, bloody grin. His Qi kept him from physically feeling the effects of the blows beyond the pain.

Scarlet, meanwhile, had ran, skittering up the tree without looking back, in order to get out of range of what she thought might be a scrape.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The mountain lion snarled as the hand clamped onto her delicate ear and her paw swiped against his face again. If it could, it would try to clamp its teeth against his arm.

Pinching but not puncturing.

Still, the large cat snarled, the sound growing as he spoke, but not so loud as to drown his words out. But the feline didn't continue its attack.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would stare at it, baring his teeth a little at the bite and swipe but...also curling his toes. He loved the feeling of pain- it reminded him he was human. He would stop teeth-baring and just lean a little closer.

"Heres whats gonna happen kitty. Im gonna let go. Then your gonna let go. If you wanna tussle we'll tussle but....after i clean and fix that wound. So...enough playtime."

He would let her ear go, still staring, and attempt to move his arm away!

[Kyrie Blaze]

A gust of an exhale met his words, but, as the big man let go, so too did the feline. It paced away before turning back, keeping the wounded side away from the man out of instinct. The cat opened its mouth and began to pant.

Such outbursts while wounded had their consequences...but obviously, had it been a real threat, it would have fought. To its own death if need-be. Wound, stress, and now exertion were taking their tolls. The cat sat, tongue lolling out somewhat.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah took a deep breath, then reached into his coat, pulling out a needle and thread. Along with that was a handful of napkins. Then, from his other side, a flash sloshing with liquid.

Alcohol.

"Come on. If i wanted to hurt you i would have fought back, or used a knife."

He patted his leg, indicating it should come over and lie down.

"I'll get you better then you can go back to beating people up for fun."

[Kyrie Blaze]

It stared almost balefully - definitely stubbornly - and lay down where it was sitting, instead. However, the large cat did lay with its wounded side skyward, instead of pressed into the dirt.

Jeremiah would have to go to it. Those green eyes continued to stare even as it set its head upon its front paws.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiahs eyes narrowed. Fine. It came to him once, now it wanted him to be the..."Bigger pussy", as it were. He grunted, standing and stepping over to kneel next to the cat. He would glare down at it, almost sarcastically.

"Happy?"

He would shake his head.

"Stubborn. Proud. You and Scarlet would get along just fine."

He would uncork the alcohol and cleared his throat.

"This...wont feel good but...try to resist tearing out my throat."

He would slowly pour some alcohol on the wound. After, if he was still alive, he would soak up some of the blood and liquid with the napkins. Then he would have to...begin.

[Kyrie Blaze]

A chuffed breath met his sarcastic question. The pupils narrowed further as he told it to resist tearing his throat out. The front paws flexed and kneaded the ground before the first hiss was released as the alcohol was splashed on and did its work, though the sound was quick to escalate to another scream.

The cat took a half-hearted swipe at the human, though didn't come close...as that would involve twisting and causing the alcohol to slosh and burn all the more.

It hissed again.