Maybe a little bit. -she throws her arm forward to try and throw him against the cupboard he was rooting through via telekinesis-
-the cane is still floating where Ches was, and is moving around the room, tapping the floor a little-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postNow do you want me to be gentle, and let you go? -Kitt picks him up again with her mind, keeping him off the ground-
So you can kindly leave- or do you want to be a punching bag for my fiancee? Because y'know- he needs to train, and the punching bag just isn't very lifelike.
I also have a lot of pent up aggression. -he says, still a cane floating in the air-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-he feels the razor dig into his leg- Ghh!
-he tries to fucking football kick whatever just did it-
-Kitt frowns more, and moves to- making sure she's only holding his neck up with telekinesis-
-and then she starts to just slowly put pressure on-
-he's sat down in the forest-
-enjoying the scenery, and taking care of a squirrel-
-giving it an acorn-
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1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post"P Fftahaha-AHGK-"
He's flailing now
But the tension only rises, as whatever was kicked aside quickly springs up, rushing towards Kitt, zigzagging to her.
-Ches tries to recover, before running towards the man, cane held high, to- try and strike him in his temple-
-going for a knockout blow-
-Kitt lets go of him, before trying to throw up a wall of air between herself and whatever is attacking her-
This isn't the first time we've been in a fight!
-the Squirrel dies-
-RIP Squirrel-
-though a couple of bullets manage to find a mark in his side as he falls to the ground- Gh!
Who the blazes put you up to this?!
-trying to crawl up to a position to face whoever shot at him-
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1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Gracia sits down in a quiet corner of the basement, in thought-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Kitt, assuming she actually turned to face her attacker, sees a horrible, nightmarish doll, as if it had loose skin flapping off its face, a horrid grin, snapping its teeth.
Deterred, but not discouraged, leaps up at one of the lights instead, smashing it.
"'Neither have I, you goddamn idiots- -holds up an arm to block off the cane, backing up to space himself- My Stand, Ebony Devil's killed every one of my targets ruthlessly, and anyone who's gotten in its way! I would've even let you three off, since my target was the goddamn alien and his friends, but you just had to go and try to ruin things!''"
-not healthy at all-
-he lowers the knife down-
-and decides, whilst in cover, to throw a rock in one direction, before trying to run in the other direction, trying to get out of dodge as soon as he can-
-Kitt, noticing the stand, sees it try to take out a light, before trying to grab a hold of it with her telekinesis-
-Ches, having his cane blocked, goes for the sensible option of suddenly letting go of it, and punching him in The Nutsack-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-She looks up at Audrey, immediately smiling-
Audrey!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Kitt opens up her telepathy, to try and keep track despite the darkness-
-Ches however, has no luck, though at least, he's still invisible-
-especially having dropped the cane-
So, you're getting stronger the more we hit you?
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"Oh, you think you're big, huh?!"