Slim ribs swelled and sagged with heaving breaths. "They better be glad they did," the bard growled protectively. "Iraq would've been trembling before the power of Ol' Rusty!" Apple cheeks flared with a rare bout of temper. Thick lashes hung low over a penetrating hazel gaze as she huffed out her anger and panic.
A rusty arch climbed high scrutinizing the slayer's spin. Every single move of the other redhead's body was absorbed and mentally calculated comparing various states of Amanda against the one in front of her. Her friend seemed to be in full working order. Just to be sure Zoe lightly poked one side and then the other and one in the stomach for good measure. "Hmm looks like one peice. Now we just have to check for zombies and pod people." Chin jutted firmly in the air a suspicious looking glance from the side of the bard's eye inquired, "What's my guitar's name?"