Well. Glancing this way and that, Zavros couldn't see hide nor tail of Mouse, nor wherever she sneaked away to. But he definitely saw...someone else, at any rate. He was starting to realize that simply<em>having</em>these weirdo powers meant that he was going to be drawn to more people that were like him - and that meant also a throw down with people that could potentially even match them.<br/><br/>Like, say, this ghostly...thing. Mouse wasn't exactly giving out too many details, but if there were people that needed help and she thought he was going to sit that out, she had something else coming.<br/><br/>Hefting his hammer, he strode forward, placing himself between the upcoming melee between the woman and the ghost, and the masked men. "I don't rightly know what your deal is," he said, "but y'all made some poor choices in life." The hammerhead slammed into his open palm, resonating like a hammer against a drum. "I'm gonna make you think a<em>little</em>harder about it."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: Zavros is positioning himself to join in on the fight against the ghost and the mooks. They're creepy guys wearing masks following a ghost of doom, so they're clearly not good people. :P</div></div>