Faelan could hear whatever was making all the noise in the kitchen, even through his tired sleep. Remembering the night's events, he snapped awake, his sword still clamped quite awkwardly to his back. Jumping off the couch, he hurried to the sounds, and all he saw was Thomas smacking Shula with a towel. It was actually kind of entertaining to watch, and through the bond he could feel how embarrassed and belittled Shula felt. Listening, he even smiled a little. There was something almost comical about watching the battle hardened dragon getting beat up by a towel.<br/><br/>"She's lying a little bit, she wasn't in as bad shape as she's saying. She put up a hell of a fight, I'm just really good at what I do." The way he walked around the corner made Thomas jump, and then turn his rage towards him. Even from here, Faelan could see that the red headed demon was starting to become a deep purple color, a vein popping on his forehead.<br/><br/>"YOU," Thomas yelled as he walked over, dropping the tower and attempting to swing at Faelan. He easily backed away from it, and simply continued dodging the sloppy and erratic throws. Faelan didn't even have to try, the demon's moves angry and pathetic. His rage fueled his moves, and he couldn't even land a grazing hit. Everything about the man seemed lackluster, and even as he chastised the demon's style, he could hear, well feel the concern Shula had watching Faelan engage the angry ginger.<br/><br/>"Might as well cool down Thomas, I'm a lot better at this whole fighting thing than you are. Besides, you heard her, I've been better to her than the foundation. You didn't even bother to ask what we were running from yesterday,' Faelan boasted, still side stepping away from Thomas' throws. The anger in Thomas felt good to watch, Faelan hadn't been able to fight anything human lately.<i>Anything that was still human, </i>he chided himself, remembering the talking, mutated humans Shula and him had to fight.