((OOC: Trying to keep this alive...))<br/><br/>The handsome reptilian youth glides gracefully over the hillside's verdent carpet, as though he were flying inches above the ground with every smooth leap.  Landing below, into a small crowd of cultists advancing away from him and to the warehouse.  Silently, he ducks low, hamstringing a large one in the left leg, and then another, before he manages to get the attention of the others.  Horrified, they watch as their muscle falls, leaving them with four fur and scale shorties.  The two victims howling at his feet, the youth throws out his Khukuri, lashing like a viper along the back of the hand of a charging wolf... splitting it down the middle, forcing it to drop a polearm, and to its knees.<br/><br/>The next three step in all at once, too much of a load for this one... he darts back, turning tail and moving away... sprinting up the hill until the fastest, a manic older fox sporting bald, burnt spots, pulls back a clawed fist... not natural claws, but vicious attachments... the young man surges, swiping aside the attack with one hand, and bringing the handle of the Khukuri to its temple, downing it cold.  The next is a rather attractive  and apparantly ambitious teenage feline, the point of his spear closing fast on its target.  The lizardboy gives a panicked leap, pinning the point to the ground and managing the classic legendary anime feat of running up the weapon and knocking the catboy aside with a swift kick.<br/><br/>But that's about as far as he gets, for as he regains his balance, he feels something grip his waste.  Looking down, he traces his new, sticky pink back to the deviously grinning gecko two yards away.<br/><br/>The catboy tumbles to his feet, bringing the back of his arm around and knocking free the blade in his hand... in seconds, the gecko has reeled him in closer now to its ever widening maw - struggling, the interloper soon finds himself pushed from behind, down and in, his body forming a ridiculous bulge as the amphibian gives a mighty swallow, its belly filling out fast.  It kicks back against a tree nearby, as does the catboy, calming themselves to recover whilst observing the siege.  "You are mine, now..." The gecko laughs, and gives a long belch.  "You are me..."  Its stomach pushes out with the interfering party's weakening struggles.  Its captor merely laughs - no amount of force would free this now minor annoyance.<br/><br/>"Good?" The catboy, sighing, shakes his head.<br/><br/>"Fair... enough.  Want to join him?" The gecko, clearly the less stable of the two, grins... and pauses.  Blanches.  Leans forward.  Something's wrong, and he doesn't look too happy with his catch all of the sudden.<br/><br/>"You okay, brother?" The catboy asks in a panic.  Before them, the violence rages as their comrades fight on to break in.