Ignoring the yelps and cries of pain as his hand burnt her skin, Kennet stepped back from the drained girl. "Your empathic abilities will be addressed after the Hunt, girl." Energy, that the girl had collected even as he had pulled the excess into himself, mixed and mingled inside his molten interior. He cared little for what happened to the girl with the leash around her list. What did she know of leashes? Her confusion a mere annoyance in the sea of energy he sensed and knew lay outside her sealed trailer.
As she dropped into her haze, a smirk caught the corner of his lips. "I should let you rot in your ignorance and take from you as well as the others for my own end," he whispered knowing she would not likely remember the comment. "A leather leash may hold a hound for a short time before the sharp teeth find their strength."
Flicks of flame swirled around him dispersing the sandstorm scents as he disappeared from the girl's trailer to find what he should have been looking for the entire time. Security would keep an eye on the hellion employees but they would not know to beware of the Ringmaster's actions.