"Then you'll--"
Zolo tackled him, chains broken. His fists repeatedly connected with the man's face, but he was finally thrown off.
"You little..." the man growled. Before he could snap his fingers Zolo had connected a foot to the side of his head, slamming his head into the wall. The man slumped to the ground, bleeding.
"I hope he died," he muttered. The magic wore off; he picked up Volta�r and motioned for Kirsty to follow.

[That's me getting lazy. XP]

((lol awwwww how about the collar on Kirsty wont come off and wont let her get too far from the man without hurting her and waking him up?))

Kirsty looked happy before kicking the man and making her way over to Zolo.

[Sounds good. Btw we can both play the man, sometimes I don't have ideas and you might have one.]

Zolo started back for the house, his wrists still shackled. "This really is a tiring life," he sighed. "Constantly with being attacked."