-instinctively, Kitt sends out a pulsewave of telekinetic energy- Hrrs!
-at pretty much full-force, which would equate to being able to lift a bus-
-even Ches is knocked off of his feet-
I can certainly try!
-several rocks are thrown at her in a scatter, as he runs across the clearing-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-taking this opportunity, he exits stage left-
-clearly running for his life-
-pants a little- You don't harm her.
-he gets up, and tries to find his jacket again-
-Kitt decides to stand close to a wall, and just start whaling on the stand again, trying to beat the shit out of it with successive blasts of compressed air-
-trying to not let it rest-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-he's gotten away, Eve-
-alas, but another day-
-though oddly, Eve does hear something else going on nearby-
-drunken, and confused rambling-
Maybe you shouldn't make your weapons out of such fragile materials.
He tried to go for my throat...
-Ches finds his jacket, and takes his pistol out of it-
Now I have a gun, friend.
So you should reconsider trying to kill my wife. Because if you try that again- I'm not afraid to put a bullet through your throat and let you choke on the blood.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI know where my feet are when I use the stairs, despite being invisible.
And I like my chances of a lucky shot.
Plus, my wife is a telepath.
She can track where you are in this room- and I have pretty good vision in the dark too. Comes with having light-sensitive eyes.
I just have to tell her what I see as an outline. And she can point my gun. Then I feel pretty lucky, all things considered.
-Kitt, as Ches talks, is trying to locate the user based upon his mind-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Gracia opens the door up, unable to see the fight, but anxious anyway-
-Clinging against Audrey to keep her back-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Fight too intense-
-She starts dragging Audrey away-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-he manages to miss-
-embedding in the wall-
-as Ches aims like an Olympian shooter, side-on and one-handed-
You just tried to kill my husband, didn't you? -she tightens around his neck again-
-it turns out to be some kind of person in a shawl-
-red-skinned, they've got quite a hefty jug of something with them-
-shambling along- Where is he... I have bets on him... he can't just go and disappear...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

"Hehehehehehe!"
that came from Ebony's direction
because now he's trying to stab at Kitt's throat