...Criminy. Talk about adding insult to injury, you don't pull punches at all, do you. [He casts a grumpy glance up at Cedar, a frown balancing itself over his face as he watches the other. 'A walking target', how dare he. Just because his hair was red didn't mean anything. For all both of them knew, he was a saint in... whatever life he led before this.

He was having difficulty remembering exactly what it was he did. All he knew is that it had to have involved weapons, in some way.

He opened his mouth to say it was his shoulders that hurt--but honestly, he had little to no time to react before this strange, green-eyed man was attempting to grab and bind him.

What the hell? Every instinct in his brain flared up, his eyes widening as he attempts to struggle. Waking up with a foggy mind, no clear idea to who he is or where he is? Last thing he's going to do is to let some guy tie him up.

Angel or not.]

The hell do you mean 'they're coming?' Let go'a me, or we'll have a test of your pain tolerance, you craven.