From the scents gathered, Itimpu came the the conclusion that no one had stolen the Pale-Black king, at least. So this made him go back to the letter envelope. As the Phantom began part two of his lecture, one could see Itimpu hovering over the letter, with his face all scrunched up. To those with sensitive ears, they could likely hear him very lowly, trying to 'sound it out'. 

[color=#BEBEC0]"A.. ah? Fr-- fr? Ffff. R? R. Ri?"[/color] He snorted and squinted.
[color=#BEBEC0]"Ah-free-kuh?"[/color]
[color=#BEBEC0]"Ssss... sooou..."[/color] then in rapid Fillipino, Itimpu said to himself, [color=#BEBEC0]"(FP)If this is where he go I must go-- but why did he not just tell us to meet him--"[/color]

Fur rising along his spine, Itimpu's ears caught the noise of a very subtle whistle on the wind-- the noise of a mortar round roaring through the air. Oh, Itimpu recognized the sound immediately. Having been attacked by similar weapons-- having used a few himself-- and from his rather odd experience as a Mercenary, this was a knowledgeable cat. Yes. He knew.

So he not-so subtly ducked beneath Dracula's desk long before it exploded-- probably looking strange as he did so-- but the noise overhead soon justified his action. A sharp growl escaped him after it went off. In his Cat Brain, all he thought about now was how this was hurting [i]Dracula's house[/i]. This meant then, that he had to prevent the harm to the Pale-Black King's territory [i]right now[/i]. Baring his teeth, Itimpu's eyes shot to the window, as he crouched on all fours, tail thrashing about.

People were speaking-- saying something about things-- and Itimpu smelled sweat, adrenaline, and the surest hint of rifle carbon on the wind. There were soldiers outside trying to lay siege to the castle! This was not theirs-- they had no right to take it while the Pale-Black King was away, but who was going to defend it? Surely not Fish-Beast and The Boys. Lowly, sub-vocally, Itimpu made a noise of warning-- snorted-- then made a decision.

As the Phantom whispered back the details of the Army, if no one was to stop this guy, Itimpu would take a running leap over the Phantom, and out into the night. He hoped to use the element of surprise, if he had it, and tear apart every single whoever-whatever was trying to TAKE Dracula's house.

What were they gonna do? Shoot him?
Launch Mortar rounds at him?
He'd been through [i]worse[/i].