"What are you wanting to do?"

Philomel did not speak as she rolled out of the bed. With lithe movmements that were born of something to do with her goddess she landed, softly, on a rug near her bed. Sakura scurried back a few steps, her tabi, woollen socks making the smallest 'sshh shhk' movements on the floor as the faun tried to move as quietly as her hooves could allow. Searching quickly around she leant and grabbed the bundle that was her fabric wrappings and array of weaponry before beginning to pull and tie it on.

"... Lac- ... Faun!"

It came out as an irritated hiss. Clearly partly because of Philomel's lies with her name.

Twisting sharply around Philomel shoved a finger to her lips and shook her head, bidding the Akashiman to be silent. As Sakura did the faun made gestures; firstly pointing to her head and demonstrating pointed cat-like ears and then waving her hand behind her as if to imitate a tail.

"I don't know where your fox is," Sakura said, sharply and distastefully. "Now will you just-"

"Who's there?!"

The words came from a new and angered voice. One that was definitely male and had command, as well as presence. It spoke with fury born of pain and suffering as well as frustration for a world that had not been fair to him in the last month or so.

Not one bit.

Grabbing the geisha by the hand Philomel pushed Sakura towards the window. Delving into her mind she shouted mentally for Veridian, certainly hoping that none of these men were telepathic in any way. If they were ... well.

It did not take long for Veridian to reply. He sent Philomel a mental image of him already outside, in the shadows and watching the lounge of the house where one man was enjoying a slice of pie.

The other ...

"WHO is there?" the roar came again. Along with heavy, thumping boots that got louder and louder with each second.

"Faun!" Sakura hissed as she was shoved again.

"Just move!" Philomel spat at her, grabbing her armour that was left draping on the end of a chair. She was lucky it only covered her bosom. A whole breastplate certainly wouldn't be useful at the moment, not with her belly so swollen. "I can hardly fight can I? Not in my state."

Sakura, now at the edge of the window ledge, and uncertainly poised over a two storey drop frowned and looked back at her. "Well, you might actually be able to. It just depends on-"

And Philomel elbowed her. Irritated, as the footsteps thundered over to their door. As it flung open Sakura shrieked, tumbling down to the grass verge below. A huge shadow of a man, dark haired and with hatred on his face filled the doorway, giving Philomel just seconds to look at him. She gave a small, curt nod before grasping the window herself and dropping out.

Falling down and away.