Cyrlk nodded. "Sure. I'll handle her." He mumbled, groaning as he dragged her farther down the hall. "256, wake up. We're in the equipment room. Get your heavy arse up and arm yourself.."
Xylas grumbled something incoherently and struggled to her feet, still swaying a little. "Ow.." She moaned, reaching for a screwdriver. "I'm fine with this. Let's go." Her vision blurred for a second then became chrystal clear. She looked around and grabbed a lighter too. "Well?" She asked, her purple eyes smoldering with newly awakened rage.
"We're waiting for someone. Hid beihnd that rack and I'll do my job." He growled, pushing her as her ears picked up the pounding footsteps too.
She scuttled under it and crouched, ready to spring. You better not double cross me, human. I'll burn you alive and devour your flesh. She promised silently. The door opened and she hissed low in her throat. The light burned her eyes and she smirked mischeviously. The guard was half drunk and the boy didn't even know where he was!
She leaped out and pushed the screwdriver against his neck, extending her claws to brush them along his face. She smiled as he shook violently with fear. She threw another paw over his mouth to stifle the yell she felt vibrating in his throat.
"You will tell me how to get out of here or suffer, understood?" She smiled as he nodded. "Good. Now I'm going to remove my hand. If you scream, I'll burn you to death, got it?" she snarled, taking her paw away slowly.