All felt pain. All suffered. All wished for death at some point.

Cain? Those days had since come and gone. No matter what man or woman did to him, Cain wouldn't suffer. He wouldn't cry. He wouldn't wince. He grew accustomed to the woes of life. He embraced the hate and learned to love the pain. Too bad pain had become too much of a norm for him.

What most would die from, Cain felt numb to. Her antics, whatever they were, didn't tickle Cain. He literally felt nothing. He was none the wiser to the damage she was wreaking on his body. Was it naive of him to think she had done nothing? Sure, but Cain wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to attack back. Granted, her upper-hand seemed to be aiding her well. Oh well, just another thing to tuck into the mind for later use.

Fengir, though watching with worry, didn't flinch or move from his post. There was something about a strong, dependable partner that made the foreign creature perfect for Cain. Fengir just stayed and watched. Just like Cain, the creature was soaking everything in.

There wouldn't be a second time for this woman. Leaving him alive was her first and last mistake. Henceforth, he would make her life a living hell. And, now knowing her power, Cain could counter it. He could use his powers to create small tubes within his body to prevent her attacks. Or, if he wanted, he could create a magical suit to ward off her attacks. Everything was at his disposal and he would use it in their next met.

Of course, that meeting would have to wait for his lids soon closed and Cain found himself locked within his mind. As his voice echoed in his head, Cain realized he was asleep. It was boring but it was the time he needed to jot down all he collected.

If she could only bite her skin to summon her powers, Cain could coat her skin. Or, he could put a muzzle on her. If that didn't matter, then he would merely protect himself. Fengir, his mind smirked at that, was flawless. The little creature was practically magic-resistant. Something about that fur just made the tiger-fox all the harder to kill.

Rudely interrupted from his slumber of thoughts, Cain's eyes flickered open. Men were all around him. Looking about, he coughed before rolling his eyes. He was going to get nowhere with these morons.

"Toxic smoke-bomb, materialize." A small glint of desire danced on his lips. "Activate."

POOF! In seconds, the toxic gas was enveloping those who gathered near him. In the confusion and coughing, Cain escaped while Fengir snagged the key. Now atop the roofs, he peered over to see the people drop like flies.

"Definitely could have done better, mate. Though, I do reckon we did a pretty bang-up job. Just need to make sure that damned dingo of a woman doesn't get to far. Although," he looked at the item in his hands, "I have a feeling someone will be wanting this. Shall we linger, mate? We can always hunt the dingo later."