Now that Blair was obscuring Kevin’s direct aim on Elias and they were busy conversing, he lowered his hands, resting them on his sides. “Don’t move” he whispered as lowly as he could without moving his lips, knowing her werewolf hearing could pick it up. The wooden rod from his back pocket started to morph slowly, almost as it was alive. It didn’t emit any sound as it slithered around Elias’s wrist, forming a bracelet. Quickly, his hand flew to Blair’s shoulder, tightly grasping it as his bracelet glowed faintly, teleporting the both of them out of the bedroom. He teleported them a ways from the home, in the thick dense forest that surrounded Kevin’s property.
"Killing innocents, that's nice." Blair crossed her arms over her chest, hearing Elias' whisper but keeping a straight face. Whatever he was doing, she trusted it. "You have a lot of nerve, you know. Staring a werewolf in the face and refusing to lower your weapon. I don't know if its bravery or stupidity. Leaning on stupidity, if I must guess." A hand grasped her shoulder, and before she could finish what she was going to say, she was sucked away with the nauseating sensation of teleporting.
“‘Killing innocents?’ Here that’s called self defense. In case you don’t remember, my culture is different than yours. While in America it might be fine to sneak through other people’s homes without consequences, here it isn’t.” Kevin said. He was trying to be rational, but he thought Blair was making that difficult.
He was surprised, really. She had always seemed like one of the more reasonable people, but he had never really spoken to her much until now.
“I have the nerve? You are in my house, telling me to lower the weapon on the uninvited stranger.” He said, his words switching into Russian, something that often happened when he was agitated. He opened his mouth to continue to speak, but before he could, they were gone.
He clenched his jaw, staring at the place they were once standing. Their disappearance was probably for the better. It would give them all time to cool down, although he currently thought they shouldn’t come back.
He lowered his shotgun, fuming. “If they come back, tell them to get the heck off my property.” Kevin growled, storming back downstairs.