Meto felt the goon come near him. And right after he took his guns...he reacted. He might not be able to see or speak or even use his arms...but he could still fight back. He flips onto his back. The goon barely had time to blink let alone react. He had wrapped his legs around one of the goons. Twisted his leg in a fashion only oriental fighting style masters knew how to do...and made the guy fall flat on his face.<br/><br/>He'd released him as soon as he'd lost balance. Spiraling through the air and spiral kicks the goon in his back. And then knocks him out with a downward arced kick to the head. The blow sounded throughout the entire hideout. He then sits back down. Acting as if he hadn't just taken out the guy blindfolded, gagged, and handcuffed with arms behind his back.<br/><br/>He sits there. Letting out a growling sound that indicated his happiness in being touched. Her father merely nodded his head and said yes you may. Meto growls even angrier that she said keep him like he was a pet or something. He wiggles around. Clearly starting to get his slender wrists and hands OUT of the handcuffs. He was trying to escape. In front of everyone and not giving a damn who cared. His actions filled with his firey anger.