Pick the Corpse Clean (GM/Taerra)

[Jeremiah Sykes]

As Taerra walked around the car...she would hear a growling down the street that sounded...like another cougar.

If she chose not to pursue it, he would take off after the thieves!

[Kyrie Blaze]

Taerra freezes, distracted by the sound. Is it behind or ahead?

She's seriously tempted to follow it. It could be Teague, after all! The only problem was that it was too easy. Nothing in her life had been easy. And for Teague to show up right now? Too coincidental. Even if he had lost himself to his feline form and his territory would thus be huge, she would have encountered some sign of him before this.

Right?

With a sharp exhale, she clutched the door.

"Need to come back here, after."

It would be difficult to track him if he moved on, but, she had shit to finish for the moment.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would frown, but shrug.

"Whatever. As long as i have my bike parts im good with it."

He took off, and as he neared the semi, would hit it in an attempt to spin it out. He bared his teeth in a grin.

"Steal my shit...bastards..."

[Kyrie Blaze]

Regret was an odd thing. There were only a few times she'd experienced it and it never sat well with her. This was one of those times. With a soft grunt, she buckled in.

Mostly because if they all crashed she didn't care to fly through the windshield. She could take it off again later.



The large man in the driver's seat cursed. He'd watched the vehicle bear down on them and was prepared enough. When Jeremiah knocked into them, he snarled.

"Not today, asshole."

Steering through, he didn't overcompensate, which meant he was no stranger to driving a large truck. And he'd probably had his fair share of encounters on the road. Upon regaining control, he hauled the cab into Jeremiah's path and slammed the brakes. Might get rear-ended, but, he was confident he could pull this off.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

And jeremiah would lead the man right into it.

As the guy pulled in front of him, he would wait...just a moment...here it goes! The guy slammed on his brakes and jeremiah swirved right and then threw the wheel hard left, so while the man was mid-brake squeal, jeremy would be hitting his back right corner. It was hard to control getting hit in the corner when driving. When slamming on your brakes, it would be much, much harder.

He intended to flip the pricks.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Taerra tensed with a quick inhale during the maneuver but was otherwise silent as she watched...



The semi cab flipped.

"FUCK!"

Anger and impulsiveness. Never a good combination, he was reminded.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah slammed to a stop, kicking the door (and accidentally blowing it off the Jeeps hinges) and getting out. He walked over to the semi, his gait casual but long strides that worked well with his height. He'd walk over to whichever door was facing up, rip it off fuckin' hinges (or, if it was too sturdy, rip the door open) and pull the guy sitting in it out of his chair.

"Where the fuck is my manifold?"

He was livid, and slowly drew his knife from his sheath.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The cab itself was upside down, so Jeremiah has his pick of the doors. The big man he hauled out spit in his face as Jeremiah dragged him out, the spittle itself being a bit bloody. And brown. Chew and blood. Lovely combination, right?

He was smart enough, however, to eye the knife, but smirked, a bit dazed. So, so tempted to say 'Must've dropped it' or 'Where's my fucking new semi?', but he did rather value his own skin. He didn't seem to be afraid, though, despite the clear disadvantage.

"I don't have it on me. Next best idea: somewhere in the semi you just flipped."




Taerra, meanwhile, exited the vehicle and shifted to prowl around to the opposite side. She had smelled two, before. Was it the same, now? Her nose and whiskers twitched.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah punched the man in the face, hand clenched around the blade. Then he'd flip the knife so it was pointed downward and stab the man in the leg before wiping the spit off his face.

"Your a funny man, and while I am quite...exempt at torture, I find im a bit rusty. So your gonna stop your fucking laughter and spitting, or im gonna drag your ass back to my hole, and feed your fingers to kitty, one at a time."

The other man was crawling out the other side...also dazed, and coughing up blood.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Here Kitty, Kitty...

Taerra's paws kneaded against the dirt before she sprang onto the man's back with a wild growl. Her teeth would clamp around the back of his neck, and, she would try to drag him around in plain view of Jeremiah's man.


The man...could take a punch. His teeth couldn't, however, and he turned to spit one out before hacking a cough that might have sounded like a laugh...if it hadn't been for the stab to his leg that left him appropriately wheezing.

"Just...saying." What did Jeremiah think, that he shoved the part up his own ass? Fuck that.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would punch the guy again once he turned back, before removing the knife.

"Why were you going to the airport?"

The man smirked.

"Your an idiot. We're not some gang. We're with Strike. I thought that would be obvious."

The man that Kitty caught would not go down easily! He rolled over as she pounced, and would throw a blast of wind at her, aiming to knock her out of the sky!

CHA: 40

[Kyrie Blaze]

With a scream that suddenly turned into a roar, Taerra's cat form rippled and gained some extra pounds, going from about two hundred, seventy five pounds to around three hundred, seventy as the cougar shifted into a Siberian Tiger.

'Fuck your wind.'

Even if she didn't land on target, her extra weight would prevent her from being blown completely off course...and then the man had a very pissed off tiger rushing at him!

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"SONOFABITCH-!"

The tiger blew right through his wind, and he cried out, which turned into a gurgle at the teeth clamping on his neck. He tried feebly to punch it but...was put down.

Jeremiah smiled.

"True. Probably is obvious. Thanks for letting me know."

He viciously slit the mans throat, causing a spurt of blood to hit him in the chest. He ignored it and stood to grab his half of the manifold, stuffing it in the duffle and turning to head back.

"Here kitty kitty. Lets roll."

[Kyrie Blaze]

After that, she didn't even bother to keep him alive. His throat was torn out before she shifted back to the cougar with a grunt of pain. Judging by the sounds she was and wasn't hearing...there was no need to rush to Jeremiah. With a yawn, she picked herself up from her sitting position as Jeremiah came over and looked at him, expectant.

They were both a bit more bloody, but, as long as he got what they came for, she didn't give a shit. There was still the loner back at that building...but he wasn't going anywhere. Still, probably wouldn't be wise to let him starve and chance he could be let out.

She was ready to go, and shifted back to human form with no more than a quiet gasp before pushing herself to her feet. Blood was spat out before she replied.

"Okay."

First, however, she turned back to her kill and quickly picked pockets.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would make sure the jeep was still running, lifting the manifold into the back and closing the trunk.

Taerra would find a note on the body....and several photographs of different individuals, probably not recognized by her. There were two that could be seen under the dirt caked on them. The male had dark black hair, and wore purple and black. He had a Dragon patch on his shoulder. The female was Blonde, short, with blue eyes and also a Dragon patch. The male had the words "The Storm Dragon" on the back, with a bounty amount. The female had "Barrial, shadow user" on the back, with a bounty. The amounts were covered in dirt, as were the rest of the photos.

The note said to simply draw out any still within Dragon territory that appeared to be a threat.

Jeremiah turned to her general location.

"Hey- You comin' or what?"