Chase frowned as the blurry creature tugged Nyx's hair even harder. "I don't have to do what a human tells me," Lainey said, and the words reached Chase over what seemed a great distance.<br/><br/>"Then," Chase said, reaching over and grabbing Lainey's thin arm in his fist and squeezing it-- the arm that was bringing Nyx pain, "you might want to consider doing what a<span style="font-style: italic">RyÅga</span>tells you." He squeezed the arm, enough to demonstrate to Lainey that he<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>break it if he wanted. "I don't want to hurt you, but that won't hold me back if you keep this up. RyÅga are different from normal humans; stronger, smarter, we have no limits," he glanced at Nyx, including her in his description. "Whatever you are, seeing you, communicating with you-- that qualifies as a RyÅga power, and I plan to master them all. It's your choice whether I treat you as friends or as servants. How about it-- what do<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>want. If it doesn't hurt Nyx, I'll see that you get it. If it does hurt her..." Chase squeezed Lainey's arm just a little harder. You could hear the bones groaning.