All sense evaporated in the seconds that it took for rage to tear through her body and send her fist hurtling at Cat's face. Her only thoughts were of vengeance, for what exactly she was not sure of yet. If not for her emotionally dominant state, she might have considered how dangerous this man was. He moved faster than she ever could and seized her fist in his hand. He clamped around it like a vice and twisted until pain shot through her arm and made her knees tremble. Chris ground her teeth to keep the cry of pain down and remained stood.
As she saw the flash of his other fist she feared for everyone in the building, should he kill her. The first time she cared so much about anyone other than Tony since her grandfather died. When Dog her, Chris remained precariously tense, her eyes locked on Cat. In the corner of her eye she saw how much the smaller twin struggled to keep Cat's other fist at bay. She didn't move until Dog released her from Cat's grip, again holding in a whine of pain. Lowering her hand only some, trying not to let either of them see the extent of the damage.
Only then did Dog's words finally register – Tony was alive. Relief became a momentary painkiller, but it quickly vanished. Her mind adjusted to the scene and she felt herself tense all over again when she realised Mercy had entered the room. She kept her eyes on Cat, itching to tear him apart especially when he toyed with her the way he did. Mercy drew her attention away, forcing Chris to look at her by getting between them. Instinctively, Chris reached out with her functioning hand to pull her away from Cat, fearing what would happen if he chose to use Mercy as well, but only let her hand hover by Mercy's side.
Her eyes darted from Mercy to Cat and back again, taking in every tiny movement and listening to every word either of them said. The need to protect her and Tony overpowered the need to break Cat's nose. Tony murmured and began to blink blearily, as if waking from a deep sleep. Chris lunged forward to take him from Dog's arms, and situated herself between Mercy and the twins as she did so. Shooting pains continued to riddle her hand and arm, but she refused to make a sound as she pulled her best friend against her. She fired a hateful look at Cat, for he would likely understand a threat even when it was given to him through another's eyes. “Let's go,” she told Mercy, voice firm, and waited for the blonde to leave before she followed.