Snippet #1608300

Nikolas let out a gasp as Katie clawed at him, and only a quick raise of his arm avoided him from getting slashed open. As it was, his arm now sported long red marks of claws. Swearing and breathing heavily, he watched as Katie ran off, still a panther. Well, that decided where her loyalties lay... But still. She was willing to attack him without a second thought. Ok, in all honesty Nikolas did try to attack her. Sure, not the best attacks in the world, but better then most. I should have blown up the stupid cart, Nikolas thought. That would have taken her out easily.... But damn! Why can't I just accept that this isn't Katie? This is someone willing to kill me for their own gain. Katie wouldn't do that. This isn't Katie. Nikolas stood up straight and looked at John. He hadn't done anything yet.

"... Do what you want. I'm going after her. If Rei is all right, I know we can kick Taser's ass.... So do whatever. But don't try to stop me," Nikolas warned, going off on a slow jog to where Taser and Katie (and, hopefully, Rei and Cyrus) would be. His ankle didn't hurt as much anymore. Maybe he had managed to snap it back in place...? Either way, it wasn't affecting him as much as it had earlier. He'd just have to hope his arm wouldn't get infected or anything, and that they'd manage to get out of Timeless soon. Because then he'd be able to get healed up without having to fight over supplies. Nikolas was starting to get sick of the fighting, the constant worrying and the paranoia. He never did do well with sudden attacks, though he was getting better. Much, much better, actually.

Nikolas drew closer to the traitors and the others (Rei and Cyrus being 'the others'), and slowed to a walk. He was quiet enough to be hard to hear, and he wanted to be as fresh as possible if it came to a fight. Which was completely possible. In fact, Nikolas was counting on it.