Brandy smiled with Gale's gleaming bat teeth, lowering the sword. "Alright, we will indeed take this outside," he began, giving the soldier a thumbs up, "but first..." Without a second thought, he dashed forward and slammed the palm of Gale's hand onto the top of his helmet, pulling it down over his eyes before dashing outside. Throwing the door open with great force, he dashed towards Liam's direction with nothing but pure determination and malice. "If she is not pleased with you, neither am I," he began, raising the sword before Gale took over. "No casualties, only injuries," she warned Brandy before overwhelming his control, taking her small but able fist and delivering a surprisingly hard blow to the side of the soldier's head. "You're a fool," she hissed, immediately regaining her stance after throwing her entire body into the punch and beginning to deliver a flurry of speedy kicks to the backs of the soldier's knees. "How dare you both stroll into this homely town with your disgusting boots and uniforms!" Before delivering her final kick, her lithe form leaped forward and snatched the communications device, delivering a final kick with the very tip of her boots to his shin before landing with a flap of her small ebony wings. Tossing it to the ground, she took the heel of her boot and smashed it, clearly not phased by the sparks and the static coming from the dying speaker.

"You think calling for your friends will help you?" she demanded, walking over and raising the sabre like before as her voice took on another static tone. "I have friends too, you idiot, and we'll just have another shoot out like the police and the Egrets did so long ago." As she finished her line, she grabbed his shirt's collar with a powerful grip. "We'll have a shoot out, alright," she whispered, staring into his eyes as her red pupils came back and she kept the excruciatingly bright light flowing, "but a Nathbakk will not be the one who dies. You will." Giving him a toothy, rather batty smile, she tightened her grip on him and began to drag him out of the alley before Brandy overwhelmed her, slinging him around to the front of the feral's blind view. "While I cannot see out of my user's eyes," he began, raising the sword like before, "I can certainly tell when one is running or desperately trying to escape." He crouched beside the man and put his host's small arm around his shoulders, hugging him tight, "No funny movements!" He immediately let him go before stopping and turning to deliver a powerful kick directly to his ribcage. "Remember, I can hear everything," he snarled, turning his back and ignoring the crowd that had come to spectate.