Pick the Corpse Clean (GM/Taerra)

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would turn and grab the body unceremoniously, dragging it in and setting it next to the knocked out man, broken neck and all. Let him stew in that for a bit. When he came to, he would likely be in his friends blood, and see the body and broken ness. He slammed the doors shut, bolting them from the outside.

Their trick became that fellows trap.

He would turn to Kitty and grin, using a thumb to gesture to his mouth.

"You got a little something there."

He chuckled, walking by and bending down a little to scratch the top of her head. Yes she was human. But right now, she mingled that with the body of a mountain lion. And as big as it was, he was sure she enjoyed the same pleasures as a normal cat. Like a little scratch on the scalp. All kitties loved that. He would take off at a jog, letting the cougar follow at what would probably be a slow gait.

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They would arrive in about five minutes, Jeremiah kicking in the door. One of the guys with his bike snapped to turn at him to rush with a rusted, make-shift blade. He would stand still as stone. If Kitty wanted to kill him, she could, otherwise, Jeremiah would Grab the blade arm at the wrist, twist and shove it into the mans abdomen, using his own momentum to gut him.

Then he would let him fall without looking back as he stepped inside to hunt for the radio.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The cat chuffed a breath, tail lazily swaying against the ground. She gave a rumbled purr at the scratch and leaned into it before plodding along with him. Just like their first meeting, she did, indeed, enjoy the scratch.

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When they came to the place, Taerra backed off...and made her own appearance shortly after.

Through the window.

With a scream that would freeze blood and a showering of glass, she looked to target any remaining assholes that had showed up. Kitty wanted to play.

And she wouldn't be playing nice.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

There was only one more, who froze at Taerras DYNAMIC ENTRY....and unless pounced on immediately, would turn and bolt of the back rooms!

Jeremiah didn't give chase. He grabbed a duffle in the corner and started loading his parts, including the brake line he brought back earlier.

Does Taerra give chase?

[Kyrie Blaze]

Taerra was on the man like nobody's business!

[Jeremiah Sykes]

In seconds, and around the corner, she would be on the man, who turned and would try and fight back!

From the back room, another man came out with a bat, and would swing hard!

[Kyrie Blaze]

The man's turning would be his undoing. Undaunted, Taerra sprang, launching her weight into him and would go for the throat to rip it out, hopefully even before they hit the floor.

Which would leave her to deal with the bat man one on one. Where does he swing for?!

[Jeremiah Sykes]

She would successfully take him down, and overwhelmed by her weight and strength, would find his throat torn open viciously!

The other man swung for her head!

[Kyrie Blaze]

Hopefully he would miss as - with a ripple of fur and an audible set of cracking bones - Taerra shifted and simultaneously threw herself in a backwards roll, tucking her head. If she was successful in her evasion, she would sink her hands against the floor and lunge off her feet, rapidly reforming as a cat to pounce on him, too!

[Jeremiah Sykes]

The man blinked at the cat now jumping at him, faster than lightning. Was she a human just a moment ago? A quite...beautiful...naked human fema-

He was hit, taken down screaming. Jeremiah walked around the corner, and would begin picking up his bike parts!

[Kyrie Blaze]

Let him scream.

Taerra sank her teeth into his trapezius muscle, her lower teeth clamped against his clavicle as they fell, and the cat dropped them to their sides. She would likely break the bone even as her hind legs kicked and sank claws into the vulnerable flesh of his stomach...

...and she would waste no time in rending him so his bowls spilled out and he could die in agony.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

the man began choking on his bloow, his intestines spilling out onto the tile as the man gasped. His clavicle cracked and, in moments, grew weaker.

Jeremiah just watched.

"Disembowelment is messy. Shoulda just tore out his throat."

He would grin, obviously joking with her.

"Just missing part of my manifold. Heavy piece. Musta been a big one that took it away."

[Kyrie Blaze]

With his guts satisfyingly squishy against her hind paws, Taerra clenched her jaw for good measure before releasing the unfortunate human. She rolled away and snorted at Jeremiah's teasing.

Padding over, she tucked her front paws to her chest as she rose to her hind legs. The pads of her front paws plunked quietly against Jeremiah's chest before the toes spread out. She gave a lazy yawn as the tips of her claws pricked against his chest, as though she might have been deliberating on using him like a giant scratching post.

But really, she was just giving him a good view of the blood on her paws and teeth.

The sound of bones popping that would be increasingly familiar to the big man sounded, and he could see the ripple move over her form. Lifting her now-hands from his chest, Taerra turned her head to spit the excess of blood from her mouth. Her body gave a shudder. Heat of the moment changes were easiest, though the two rapid ones had taken their own toll, this one was the hardest out of the three. She didn't complain.

"We gonna track 'im? How many were there? We've downed five."

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah Sykes didn't shy away from anything. When she put her claws on his chest, he would reach up and scratch around her neck and chin, ignoring the pricks of claws in his skin. He smirked.

"Yeah yeah, show-off."

As she started popping back into place he would let his hands drop before handing over the clothes he had carried there and stuck in the duffle...if she even wanted them.

"There were seven. Theres the big one and the leader left. I assume he's the leader...hes the best dressed. I'd say yes, we should track them. Perhaps go back and have a talk with our friend."

[Kyrie Blaze]

Taerra shook her head at the offered clothes. She would be back as a cat soon enough, and bloody besides. Might as well try to keep one of the clothing sets she had available free of blood for as long as possible. This was just to communicate effectively, as she couldn't speak and Jeremiah didn't speak feline.

"Might as well give these guys a once over and check for a radio while we're at it. Our friend can wait. He has company."

Even if his company was dead quiet.

She turned back to the man she had gutted. Alive or dead, she would give him a quick search, same with the man whose throat she had torn out before looking into the room the second had come out of.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"True."

He would rummage around in the pockets of the man whose throat was torn out, but found nothing. He spoke to her as they dug around.

"This group you lead in washington....whats it called?"

He assumed it had a name. All great gangs did, right?