Her expression had changed to something approaching glee. She shouldn't feel this good. But, she did, and never more so than right now when all her limbs were flooded with adrenaline.
Her feet were already moving. Kiko was back through the door in a flash without another word.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Toro nodded, though reluctantly, and ran to the bottom of the hill to wait.
The four men inside locked up the kitchen, barring the doors and throwing furniture up against them. They had food, the people outside didn't; they could wait. Wait a long time, even. There was the loud banging of heavy objects for a while, and then an uneasy silence as they waited.
Grayell looked about as they entered the first room. He was tempted... very tempted to burn the damn place down. But that would hardly get Toro is home back... well in a usable state at any rate. He wandered over and knocked on the kitchen door.
Very clever gents. You do know this isn't a fort though, right? I doubt this shack could hold up to a decent storm let alone me.
I would suggest that you come out peacefully. It's better to be under arrest... than to force me to come in there after you. I mean really, that would make me quite agitated.
Kiko, meanwhile, had circled through the house for another way in. She could hear them tossing things about willy-nilly. She could hear the Wolf telling them to give up. But, she was more interested in another entrance. It was possible they'd boarded that up, too. Which proved to be the case when she made it through the last room.
The door couldn't hold that long, surely.
She went back through the house and rejoined the Wolf.
No other way in but through here.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell groaned in frustration, this was testing his patience. He decided he'd start by testing the door. He stepped back, looked the door up and down... and then swung his leg, his foot slamming into the door with a hard thwack.
The people behind the door cried out once, holding it shut and moving some of the things in front of it. Part of the doorframe cracked around the hinges, but that was it for now.
Grayell laughed then... and lowered his leg before he sent another kick into the failing timber. He looked at Kiko with a wink and a smile, then sighed before he spoke.
Out with it then. You're hardly in a place to bargain with me, it would be much easier to just kick all your asses.
Her voice spoke up behind him and quieter. She was purposely making it softer, too. She was hoping to draw their attention. If they came at her first, they were going to regret it.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell waved Kiko to the opposing side of the door and backed off, to the side of the frame rather directly in front of the opening.
Hands on your heads lads. If I see a single weapon, one stupid move and I'm telling you.... I won't be able to keep her from gutting you.
Don't be foolish and let's resolve this like grown men.
Grayell's voice as pleasant and was far from amused, but if this could be resolved without violence well, that was far better than simply killing simple hustlers.
Marg might have some new guests in her prison before long.
Kiko took up a position on the other side of the door. The Wolf was trying to get them to surrender and logically she knew why. But, she wanted to fight them. She wanted to see a weapon. She wanted to see them run. She wanted to chase them down and tear them into tiny little bits.
She gave a thin lipped snarl when he said the bit about gutting them. That could work for her, too.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”