Coming slowly back to reality, Faelan felt the tranquilizer in him starting to wear off. It left a bit of a nasty after taste in his mouth, and he realized Sam was the one that probably shot him.<br/><br/>“That little bitch,” he struggled to mutter, his mouth not wanting to do what he told it to. In fact, nothing was doing what he told it to. His hands felt like they weren’t attached to his arms. Discombobulated would be describing it lightly. The stuff they used was demon grade, so his human body barely handled it, but luckily, since it was designed for demons, it did tend to go straight through humans. Didn’t mean it wouldn’t be a bit before he could lift his arms though. He let his head fall to the side, and realize he was tied down to the bed. At least, one arm and one leg. Looking at the other side, he realized the demon was all tied up too, except she didn’t have any free limbs.<br/><br/>“That was a cheap shot. I want a rematch,” he mumbled, the words loosely falling out of his mouth as he tried to smile. The feeling in his face wasn’t quite back and he imagined that he was only smiling with half of his face.<br/><br/>“Sammy! You bastard, get in here!” he shouted to the best of ability. “You didn’t do too shabby, but you obviously haven’t been trained to fight. We’ll have to change that huh?” he slurred, looking back at her.