"Sounds like a plan to me," Sam said, nodding. He didn't say it out loud, but he knew if that man decided to try to do something with the dolls left at the apartment, he would find himself quickly joining them. No one fucked with his dolls. Except Karia.
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Karia watched carefully. For a couple of minutes, not a single person went in or out of the elevator. He was feeling rather angry about that. This whole thing needed to be quicker, because what if something happened? Finally, the elevator doors slid open and a very fancy-looking couple stepped out. Karia was a little worried they would block the entire inside of the elevator, but he got a good enough look at it to be able to take them in. He waited until the doors had closed again before grabbing Sam's arm and teleporting them both inside.
Sam was surprisingly patient as they waited for someone to come out the elevator doors. He let out a content hum as they made it inside, leaning against the wall.
"This is going to be fun," he asserted. "They won't even realize we're coming."
"Yep!" Karia grinned. "The plan is going well." He stared at the panel of buttons, then pressed the button for the very top floor. "I'm looking forward to running circles around this person. And watching you utterly destroy them." He laughed lightly.
"Yes, it shall be interesting indeed. Lord I hope they're a screamer." Sam chuckled some, waiting as the elevator rose.
"They can't be intimidating if they'd rather leave the fight to two incompetent fighters."
"Oh, me too! Gods, I would love to see that. It's even better when they're made out to be dangerous and distant." Karia snickered at the thought. "Yeah, probably. Running away from a fight is not the most intimidating thing you could do. And hiding in your penthouse is even worse."
"Everyone sees to have a stick up their ass anymore," Sam said, letting out a breath. "They just don't know how to have fun, or have to much pride to let anyone else." Sam waited as they neared the top, pulling his knife out.
"Ready?"
Karia nodded empathetically, his lips pressed together. Oci was like that, and it was insufferable. Sam was much, much better than him. "Yeah. I'll go first to get a glimpse of the area. Do you want to get them from behind, or charge in from the front?"
"From behind. Getting shot isn't a fun experience." Sam chuckled dryly, rolling his eyes. "Though I doubt they could hit us anyway. If there's more than one person in there, I'm sure Pan is more than willing to help us."
"Behind it is." Karia nodded, grabbing onto Sam's arm and moving to be slightly in front of the man. A couple of suspenseful seconds, and the elevator reached its destination. Karia leaned forward as the doors slid open, doing a quick scan of the room the moment he could see inside. As far as he could see, there was no one in sight. That wasn't a good sign.
Sam kept hold of Karia's hand, glancing out when he saw they weren't just jumping into action.
Shit. They hadn't been as sneaky as they thought, then. He wouldn't make the mistake of assuming Mycah simply was out for the moment, and if they didn't know the two were there they would soon.
"Ach, that's not good," Karia murmured, glancing around the area he could see. There was nothing there, though he could see signs of life. They were there, just hidden. They would both need to be extra careful, then. "I'm going to keep close to you, alright? Just in case." Karia let go of Sam's hand for the moment. It would be easier to look around and make sudden moves that way.
"Right." Sam kept his knife in his other hand, moving to take the first step out. Their target was here… it was just a matter of flushing them out and avoiding getting shot.
Karia quickly moved to shadow Sam. No matter where he went, Karia would be there to take him out of deadly danger. There was still nothing, still nothing. It was a very tense situation, and Karia wasn't appreciating it at all. Why couldn't Mycah just make themself known so they could get them? How dare they have self-preservation instincts.
It was stupid. They would get Mycah in the end no matter what, why make it harder on them? It wouldn't end well for Mycah, that was for sure. Sam scowled, knife still in hand as he combed through the apartment.
Karia made sure to keep a lookout at their back, just in case Mycah decided to try and sneak up behind them. It didn't seem like Sam was having much luck, and he was starting to think that maybe they weren't there. That was, of course, the moment Mycah decided to make their move. A bolt of black streaked towards him. He saw it at almost the very last moment but managed to dodge it enough to make it not fatal. It made a deep cut in his arm, but it wouldn't kill him. "Gah! They're here," Karia gasped, stumbling back a step towards Sam.
Sam looked to Karia, a protective arm moving to wrap around him and pull him close. From how the gash was on his arm, and the direction it came from… Sam reached into his pocket, pulling a doll out. It was worn, and old. Very, very old. Sam touched the tip of his knife to it, the doll growing in size. It stood there, in front of the two now, face still fixed in place. It knew what to do, though, standing in the way of any attackers that might try to take the two men out.
"Ready?" Sam asked, reaching in his pocket again to grab some wrap for Karia's arm, making quick work of it.
"Ugh, yeah." Karia shook his head a few times, angry that Mycah had managed to land a hit on him. It was just embarrassing. He was slightly confused about the doll that had appeared, but it was doing a good job. Mycah also appeared to be confused about it, because they only took one or two more shots at them before going quiet. "I'm going to check where they are so I can get you behind them. One sec." Karia took a deep breath, shifting into a fly and landing on the doll's shoulder. Hopefully, they wouldn't be so paranoid that they would shoot anything that moved.
Hopefully. The doll didn't move as Karia landed on it, standing nearly completely still as it stood in front of Sam. Sam looked irked, mostly that someone would dare to attack Karia and him, but he didn't seem to feel there was any danger at all to himself.
Mycah didn't. They didn't know Karia could shapeshift, so they probably just thought it was a regular fly if they saw him at all. Karia scanned the area where the bullet had come from. Mycah wasn't visible, which meant he would have to get closer. Karia took off, buzzing around as much as he could. Eventually, Mycah came into view. They were smaller than he expected, but in a place where he could appear behind them without too much trouble. Karia spun around and flew back to Sam.
"Alright, I can get you behind them. Be careful, alright?" He shifted back into himself next to Sam.
"I'll be sure to." Sam looked to Karia as he came back, slipping his hand into the other's.
"You be safe too you know. This thing'll keep you safe if you stick close to it." Sam tapped the doll's shoulder with the back of his knife and offered a small smile.
"Alright." Kaira nodded, giving Sam's hand a little squeeze. "I'm taking a whole party to them, aren't I?" He laughed, grabbing the doll with his other hand. In a second, they were all standing behind Mycah. They jumped and whirled around. For one second, their face was full of shock and confusion. The next second they managed to cover it up, but Karia saw it. "Hey there, Mycah! How's it going?" Mycah responded with a sweeping motion. Karia was expecting bullets, but instead, it was a sort of black rope. No, it was almost like a net. Pan had not mentioned this.
No, she had not, which wouldn't end well for her once this was over.
Sam had been smirking until the net like object was through at them. The doll was quick to act, though, putting itself between the net and the two men.
Karia was ready to move, but Sam's doll was able to stop the net before it did any damage. "That wasn't a bullet." He remarked out loud, waving his finger at the net. Mycah's lip curled in distaste as they waved their hand. The net melted away and returned to them.
"You two don't give up," they sighed, standing slowly. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"
"I'm a bit disappointed, but I'll deal with her later." Sam glanced over as Mycah stood, eyebrow raising. He moved to behind his doll, putting his elbow on it's shoulder as a rest.
"You, obviously," he noted. "Why would we give up?"
"Can't wait to see it," Karia laughed.
"Me? What for?" They glanced between the two of them. "I don't recognize either of you." Karia smirked at them. Their cluelessness was very funny. They looked ready for action, however, so this might prove to be more difficult than the other ones. Well, it already had, seeing as Karia had gotten hurt. He was still annoyed about that.
"Well, I'm glad for that. People aren't supposed to recognize us. I'm new in town anyway." Sam was deceptively lazy through the encounter, resting his arm and chin on Karia's shoulder.
"Should we tell them why or let them guess?" He asked Karia, glancing to his partner in crime.