Thomas<br/>He tensed as the yellow eyed man came close.<br/>Intellect told him it was a hollogram.<br/>Instinct told him he was far outmatched.<br/>The man threw a lightning quick punch, catching Thomas in the shoulder despite his attempt to dodge.<br/>It shouldn't have hurt.<br/>This man was nothing but light and code.<br/>There was a ringing thud as pain shot from the site of impact bringing tears to his eyes. He cringed as he was thrown into the wall, his back and head slamming into it in rapid sucession.<br/>The air had left his lungs, leaving him in a useless pile on the ground.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Come on.</span><br/>He gasped for breath, groping at the wall for something to hold onto so that he could pull himself up. The mat shifted beneath him giving a glimpse of metal. A reminder.<br/>Barely managing to duck a kick to the head he began tearing up mat, he couldn't win a physical fight. He could shock the hell out of a hologram.<br/>Or...<br/>As the thought occured to him he scanned the man with a new intensity.<br/>The fastest way to end this was to break the source.<br/><br/>Mamacroc<br/>She rose an eyebrow, "I didn't ask if you would I asked if youd be okay. I know you want to do what's best but there's no good in making you uncomfortable because you're wary of these people."<br/>With a small, sharp toothed smile she gripped his shoulder in the most reassuring way she could manage, "I'm sure Socks would enjoy the company."<br/>She stood after him, a full smile coming to her face, "It's a gift, now come on featherbrain, let's not make them wait any longer. Their poor little brains might not be able to take it.