The existence of the world is objective and does not continue through time in equilibrium; and yet, within Everos, there was true balance. The moment he experience kick from the bullets fired shot through the silencer, he was immediately, and acutely, aware of three things.<br/><br/><ul>The first item was temporarily paramount, and extremely frustrating. The three bullets had made contact with the body with Damion Grey, and at least two had landed directly on the man's heart. Certainly, the thoracic cavity trembled and felt the concussive power from the fire arm, but the bullets did not seem to penetrate; there was no blood. And if nobody bleeds, nobody dies.<br/><br/>The second item immediately proved itself more important. The thief Everos had stabbed did not seem to be affected by the tranquilizer, nor was he very concerned by the knife jutting from his right quadricep-- a blade likely embedded in his femur. This was certainly alarming, as the first piece of information only proved that the situation Everos had found himself in was increasingly peculiar, and possibly proportional to the amount of danger he currently entertained. <br/><br/>The third item would be secondary in relation to the first item, but the compounded ideas between the first and second pieces of evidence made the third item on a questionable priority compacted Everos's two former observations. A woman had entered from the kitchen, the woman he'd observed prior to this situation, and he did not feel that she feared his presence. She did not creep into the room to inspect what had happened, she ran inside-- and towards him.</ul><br/>Everos was least concerned with the unharmed Damion Grey, who had opened his eyes, mildly concerned with the amused Thief at the table, but very concerned with the rapidly changing woman that had come to fill a rather large portion of his vision. The assassin's first thought was to turn and run from his previously created entrance, but the choice was taken from him. The woman had changed into something, a large animal-- a beast.<br/><br/>Fear was not something that Everos ever felt. Retreat is a maneuver performed to place the demise of the enemy in temporary stasis, so that they might be destroyed at a later time. And like most emotions, fear has a purpose. Fear is meant to be observed and understood, but it is never meant to be felt. Sorrow is an emotion to be felt for loss, but is never meant to dwell. Anger is to be felt in the face of injustice, but is never meant to confront it.<br/><br/>Everos felt his fear.<br/><br/>When the large body of fur crashed into him, the man didn't react. Arguably, he didn't have the time to react, but if he did, there were very few courses of action he might have taken. The ground met them both in a harsh embrace, and Everos found himself inside of himself, a retreat in the face of fear. The equilibrium he found was carefully arranged, and he relied on more than concentration to maintain it.<br/><br/>Words washed over his ears as he distanced himself from the outside, but he was painfully brought back when fire bit his right arm. Sounds, colors, feelings came down upon him like a tsunami that's crashed it's weight into a barrier for years, waiting for the walls to crack-- and they did crack.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>...-torate in medicine. I can help if you wish...Oh and Beta, Maiming the intruder is fine, just don't hurt his throat, lungs, heart or kill him. We do need info after all. Knock him around a bit though. It should prove entertaining and helpful at the same time...Three minutes till the silver hits your heart and you are rendered weaker than a mouse under a five pound weight. I assure you, you will pay for rendering my leg temporarily useless one way or another.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Once Everos decided the words came from the Thief, he ingested them. They were information shrouded in poison, but he'd had enough of poison. Silver, heart? Silver in the bullet? Perhaps some kind of shrapnel?<br/><br/>Either way, he only truly became concerned about the wound when the massive mass removed itself from his body and reverted to a more friendly view. Apparently she'd been fired upon by the Thief in order to hit him, already pinned by the monster the woman held under her blouse. Her words were information too, though her tone was less confused than the Thief's.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>I don't give a fuck whether or not you die. I'd kill you myself, and that's not out of the question, yet. Now tell me who the fuck sent you here.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Hers were questions and accusations in the form of statements and questions, a barrage of things he did not understand. The anger and direction he provoked was not directly related to finding an intruder in her house, rather, the attempt on Damion's life seemed to consume her attention. Her care for him went past simple compassion-- it would seem he held command.<br/><br/>Everos had assaulted the chief in command.<br/><br/>His were completed by the time the woman had spoken, and he slowly raised himself to a sitting position. (Criss-cross apple sauce is still a thing.) Obviously, he had more weapons on him, but there were too many things he didn't know about these people to consider an attack. And anyway, they seemed to be willing to speak with him.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Everos did not share that feeling.