Shock and anger roiled in Beat's mind like a confused storm.  Coral saw glimpses of what he feared most--and felt his resolve to protect them steeling his back and giving him strength--a mother in an apron, a father behind the counter of a little resteraunt with kung fu movies playing on the television.  A little sister and brother in roller blades.  A beautiful woman writhing in his arms.<br/>Then he recognized her entrance and jumped to his feet, jerking drumsticks from the sleeves of his coat with all the conviction of drawing daggers.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119103.msg6042657#msg6042657">Quote from: Tagan on 25-03-2012, 02:05:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://img5.visualizeus.com/thumbs/32/bc/beautiful,girl,dark,hair,green,eyes,beauty,eyes,girl-32bcb7c5a7bf1157b4822ad8d0ab30c9_h.jpg)</div>"Uh... hi?" she said nervously. "I want to help you save the world."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He relaxed a bit but didn't sit down 'til the mention of Escape To Witch Mountain.  Then the black man chukcled.  "You're all right in my book, Tia."  He winked and replaced the drumsticks up his sleeve, relaxing back into the chair.