"Oi! Where are ya goin'?" Momo asked to Amin who seemed to be heading out. Which...wasn't exactly a good idea given what was trying to eat them from the 3rd floor on up. "I hear there's some wierd...stuff out there. You sure you're equipped to deal with-" The rest of her sentence died in her throat as Glaive caught her off guard and slammed his fist into her stomach. There was some fat on there to cushion the blow but it still hit it's mark, belly fat or not. Momo recoiled a little, taking the inital twinge of pain that rattled her the contents of stomach for a moment before looking down to Glaive with a rather miffed look. "You really shouldn't have done that..." The oni remarked, reaching down to grab Glaive by his arm. If she managed to get a hold of the spook...it would pretty much spell a world of pain...