Your own size

Scott chuckles at Katie's question. He thinks for a moment. "Yes," he answers with decision. Humor plays at the corner of his mouth, but before he can say more, the intercom crackles as the pilot's voice comes across.

"Rise and shine, folks. We're about ready to land. Make sure you're all in your seats with your seatbelts on as we prepare to descend. Thank you."

Scott reaches down to put his seatbelt back on. "Well...I guess we're almost there." He glances at his watch. "Eleven...not bad."


Jason receives Frankie's hard blows, and doubles over at the punch to the gut. Hearing the jeering words just drives his anger even higher. If he were fighting for himself, he might prefer to back off. He wasn't a hundred percent after his earlier episode, and he wasn't sure he could even handle what he'd set off to do.

But picturing teh way Frankie had been handling Aerith was enough to make Jason stay...stay and fight.

Glaring at Frankie, Jason catches his next fist and twists his arms to the side, immobilizing Frankie's arm for just long enough, giving Jason a chance to land a fist to the side of his adversary's face.

Spinning around, Jason hikes Frankie's arm up over his shoulder and drops down, hurling the man's body up and over himself to slam him back down to the ground. Still holding his arm, Jason's next blow comes from his foot, aimed directly at Frankie's stretched shoulder. "Maybe next time you'll pick on somebody your own size," he growls.

Yanking Frankie back to his feet, Jason twists him around and gives him a swift shove and knee to the lower back, sending him towards his motorcycle.


Wyatt doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Aerith, holding her close and rocking he gently. "Shh, shh....it's okay." He had no idea who this other guy was, but apparently Aerith knew him. "You're okay now...you're safe. He's not going to hurt you."

He turns just a little so Aerith can't see the fight, but so that he could keep an eye on Jason. His hand rubs Aerith's back, but as she winces, he looks down. Taking her hand in his, he sees where her palm has been scraped. "Mmm, that looks good," he teases. "Come on."

Wyatt guides her to the passenger side of his jeep and lets her go for just a moment to reach inside and pull out a clean bandana. Not having any water, he relents to wetting the corner of the soft cloth with his tongue. Taking Aerith's hand again, he lightly cleans away the dirt and small pieces of gravel that had come from the pavement. "We should get some disinfectant on that," he muses.