<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his mouth inches from the avian's fragile neck. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Weeeel now lad" Jania grins. "Tha's entirely up tae you. Harm tha' girl, an' ye'll meet a wee friend of mine, called Pain. Let her go, on the other hand, and we'll have a wee little chat, and yoou might jes' get away from this place with yer hide intact." She chuckles. "Aye ye got a hostage- but think on this. I dinnae know tha' girl, an' I'm a Slayer."<br/><br/><br/>___________________<br/><br/>Baz opens the door and lets Halvorson and Mad out. Mad's eyes glow faintly, and she frowns, searching through her pockets. She pulls out a small tub of cinnamon-scented brown powder, and takes a few sniffs. Off any strange looks she gets, she closes the tin and explains.<br/>"Awareness spectrum narcotic. Enhances ma natural psychic abilities, but would kill a non-PSI. Aha, got her!"<br/><br/>Mad begins to walk, slowly at first, tracing Jania's path, through the small battlefield- where her axes can still be found.