Bleecha: smirking Took you long enough, you dimwit! Your wife’s alive, but for how long?
Look who showed up, Blee. Ready to play king of the castle?
leans against the wall, crossing arms Oh, darling, I'm always ready to rumble. So, what's the game plan? First, let's start with some chess, shall we?
why don’t we play chess then?
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, please. Chess? How trite. I was thinking more along the lines of a game of cat and mouse.
grinning mischievously Simple, love. You play the cat, I'll play the mouse. You'll chase me around this warehouse, all slick and sneaky.
claps hands excitedly Excellent! Now, listen up, my dear. Before we begin our little game, there are a few rules I need to lay down. Rule number one: no cheating. I won't tolerate any cheap tricks from you. Rule number two: no holding back. I want to see that fierce determination in your eyes, that fire in your belly. Rule number three: no slowing down. We're playing fast and hard until one of us concedes. And rule number four: if I win, you owe me a favor. But if you win... pauses with a sly smile then I'll owe you two favors. Deal?
pushes off the wall and starts circling Metarr Excellent! Now, let's get this show on the road, shall we? suddenly lunges forward, attempting to grab Metarr's hand
grabs Bleetch's wrist and twists it slightly
As the game of cat and mouse intensifies, Metarr accidentally twists Bleecha's ankle, causing her to cry out in pain
clutches her twisted ankle, grimacing in pain Ah! You clumsy fool! Just because you're playing the role of a cat doesn't mean you have to be such a brutal one!
hisses, rubbing her ankle I know, I know! But does it really have to hurt this much? tries to stand up, wincing
grabs onto Metarr's shoulders Don't think you're off the hook, you overgrown tabby cat! You may have injured me, but I won't go down that easily.
scoffs "you won't go down easily?"
hobbles on one foot, using Metarr for support Oh, you underestimate my tenacity, my dear. I may be injured, but I am far from defeated.