Lyon Taming

With a grim chuckle you shrug your shoulders, “Well to be honest the little floating girls isn’t all that odd for what usually happens around me-“

“Don’t laugh about this!” Sarah barks as you, her armor clad foot stomping on the ground with a heavy and imposing echo, “Just a few hours ago we were sitting in the middle of that godforsaken Dunwich Building while you started messing around with that spire! Now all of a sudden were in this huge castle that’s filled with these little floating girls that call you master!? You better start explaining John!”

As Sarah rants and raves in your direction you can’t help but notice how the atmosphere in the room begins to darken, ice nearly beginning to form along the walls as every female eye not belonging to a Wastelander glares at Sarah with the cold anger that only a scorned woman can conjure. It is when Sarah takes another breath to continue her berating that she finds herself face to face with a pair of brilliant amber eyes, the angered orbs of a little Yoruichi hovering just before her own as she hisses, “Or what?”

Sarah yelps in surprise and takes a short hop back, her hand quickly pulling up her plasma rifle in an effort to assuage her own fear and confusion over the sudden appearance of the flash step mistress. However, the moment the gun is leveled with Yoruichi’s face as sharp flash erupts and the sound of shearing metal cuts the air. Right before Sarah’s eyes her rifle slowly splits in half, the two huge chunks of metal dividing directly down the middle thus rendering the weapon as useless as scrap.

With a soft clink of metal against metal Renji returns her extended Zabimaru blade back to rest on her shoulder, her lightning like strike proving her power despite her smaller size, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you…Lyons-san.”

As Renji silently hovers out of the way she reveals the ever calm and smiling Unohana floating silently behind her, the chibified queen of the Shinigami squads staring at the power suit wearing blond with a particular look in her eye. Sarah trembles in her suit as Unohana hovers over to her, the seemingly cheerful woman emitting an uncommonly powerful amount of ice cold miasma as she speaks with a polite tone, “We would greatly appreciate if you do not insult our husband in our home Sarah-san. Our relationship with him is very deep and we will not tolerate someone verbally abusing him let alone physically abusing him in our presence. Is that understood?”

Sarah is quick to nod as Unohana turns to the other Wastelanders, all of them standing as stiff as boards while Unohana softly smiles, “And the rest of you?”

In rapid succession all three women nod in tandem, each one of them sweating bullets as they speak, “Y-Yes! We understand!”

“Good,” Unohana says happily, her personal brand of freezing miasma dissipating as she turns away from the quartet and hovers over to you, perching herself on your shoulder much like Yoruichi or Blair would with a quiet smile and a purring voice, “All yours…master~”