The thunder of pairs of feet- or, well, really Syzi's considering she was dramatically faster, sounded as she easily caught up to the fleeing man, grabbing his shoulder and using the momentum of her run to roll him over her back and slam him into the ground, turning around and planting a scaled foot onto his chest. "You know, if I wasn't getting paid by Order, I would almost take you up on the offer. Also, you're an idiot. We don't eat people."

"You guys don't taste good." Syszi was joking, of course, but her sense of humour was a little... Eccentric, for sure. Drawing her sword, she kept it pointed at his throat, turning to the Mask. "So, I mean, the proper thing to do would be to drag him back to Mark and let him do the whole 'lawgiver' thing, but fuck that. This guy coulda at least put up a fight but [i]noooo[/i]. Fuckin' bitch."

She looked down at him, stepping off his chest but keeping her blade at his throat, before squatting down next to him. "Look. You see us? I'm a monster." She pointed to the Mask. "She's a monster. Unless you want things to happen to you that only really happen to the bad guys in legends, you're going to tell me why you were running away from a man with a broken leg, why you're wearing those clothes, and [i]who the fuck you are."[/i]

"Is that understood?"