Touya Khan
The moment he'd spoken the woman lunged at him. His words of trying to talk down the leader of the Therian's threatening the humans and elves obviously set her off. Her strong grip wrapped around his throat, startling Touya. His sharp pale blue eyes widened in shock as he stared up at her. Breath was cut off from him and he struggled to breathe passed her crushing grip. A weapon was shoved in his face then and her voice commanded him to tell her of the man who led the terrorist group.
“You know the terrorist’s leader? Tell me where he is Therian!”
Without thinking, Touya acted purely on instinct. One hand gripped her wrist that held him down tightly, the other one reached up to her shoulder to relieve some of her weight from his throat. An eyebrow came down as his eyes narrowed, wincing in pain as he moved to block her as best he could, however most of the pain came from her handling him the way she was. The hands that clutched her wrist and shoulder tightened and the metal that covered the back of his hand extended to cover his fingers. The claw like pieces of metal reached out over his knuckles on both hands and curved downwards to encase his fingers.
Along his forearms, the metal snapped, making a loud sharp sound like steel scrapping across a sharpening stone. Three razor sharp curves extended outwards, curving backwards to face Touya's prone body. He didn't move to put the weapons towards her, but figured that the show was enough to say that he still had enough energy to put up a fight if she wished to kill him right there. However, his body shuddered as she gripped him, his vision dimming slightly from the lack of air. He fought to stay conscious and keep his weapons up.
Next to him the doctor had gotten to his feet and was yelling at her, telling her to release him, “Lieutenant! Stop! You’re going to kill him!”
Finally she released him and Touya's arms fell down to the bed, losing all strength. He coughed hard, getting air back into his lungs. Rolling off to his side, he could feel that what had been stitched up had pulled apart slightly from the struggle. He winced as he slowly rolled back to his original position. His hand curled up around the area across his side, gripping it tightly as it burned. With his chest heaving, he watched as the woman left the room, her body rigid as she was utterly enraged. Touya reached up with his other arm and gently rubbed his throat, glaring at the door that shut behind her.
He let his metal armor fold back to the way it was before, flattening out completely and molding back to his body. It looked like it had before, much like large bracers that covered his forearms and tops of his hands. Touya took several deep breathes to calm his racing heart and settle his pounding adrenaline. His angry gaze shot over to the doctor that had tended to him. Pushing himself upwards he glowered at the man, at the ends of his patience with the humans who were treating him.
"Don't bother," he hissed, "I can heal myself later. Unless you would like to make this less of a hassle than it already is?" His sour tone bit the air, a bad taste filling the back of his mouth. Reaching back he pulled his folded weapon from its sheath and with a flick of his wrist snapped it outwards. The sword uncurled and straightened into its elongated shape, sharp and ready for use.
Touya handed the pommel out towards the man, "Why not get it over with right now? Since you all think that we're here to terrorize you. Apparently we are all evil and are not meant to share this land with you. You want to know where that man is? The one who turned on his own?!" His voice was climbing in his anger, he leaned forward shoving the weapon towards the man, offering it up so that the doctor could run him through with it and get it over with. Touya's anger did nothing for his condition however and just as he opened his mouth to speak further, his head grew dizzy and he lost his balance as he’d been leaning forward. The weapon fell from his hand and he toppled forward, coming off the bed. His body did not respond to his wishes, and he soon fell back into darkness.
Damea Reese
Damea offered a smile to the woman that met them outside the house. He was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. The less she felt threatened by him the better. He was soon shoved into her house and down into a chair where his hands were cuffed behind him. Damea didn't struggle, knowing that would only make things worse. So, he let them take his weapons and coin purse -which was empty- and kept his smile on his face. She dismissed the men who'd brought him inside after looking at one of his swords.
“So, who are you?” She asked, holding her large weapon in her hands and leaning against it.
"Damea Reese, at your service. A sell sword, my lady. I must apologize, I saw the Therian and could not help but be interested to see what kind of job I could find with someone such as himself. I overheard some of the conversation, something about his knowing the leader of the Therian's that keep raiding us? I wish to offer my services in helping you detain -or kill which ever you wish for- the man who's been giving us so much hardship. I know that at the moment, it's probably a bit hard to believe me," Damea smiled innocently and shrugged, giving his wrists a twist to make the cuffs jingle slightly, "But, I'm honest and true to my word, my lady. I do apologize sincerely for eavesdropping, I should have just come and knocked on the door."