Oswalds Hideout

Whose arm is he twisting?

Sly's

I can't think of anything Leon would do here that WOULDN'T be overkill...

OOC You could begin that and Crest stops him to extract information

OOC: Very well, if you REALLY want him to go overboard ^^

IC:
I immediatly run forward faster than anyone could follow with their eyes and grab Sylvester, throwing him into the floor. Then I took his by his leg and threw him hard into the air, ice spikes shooting out from several parts on my arm to trap him in midair.
"I won't even give you any last words..."

I go and punch Leon in the face, "Idiot! If he dies we don't get any information! Just stay out of my way for this."

The punch barely even compared to a bug bite but I growled and stepped back.
"Of course..." I mutter irritably, just let wonder boy here handle everything. No offense Sam, but your marrying a half jerk.

"I know you want vengeance. Just wait for it. He's a minion of theirs, nothing worth the effort."

"Now Sylvester, tell us where they are."

Sylvester: "Never!"

Crest: I start beating him up, punches going several places on his body, "Wrong answer."

gtg bye!

My wings fluttered restlessly behind me. Maybe I should just leave, he has it handled doesn't he?
I wanted to leave and at the same time I wanted revenge; my feet were frozen to the floor.

I break his arm with a swift kick to his arm, "Let's try this again. Where is Sam?"

Sylvester spits in Crest's face even though he was in pain.

OOC I'm just gonna add this in...

IC "Why not just search his memories? Less violence that way..."

"Violence is the only language these... THINGS understand." They crossed a huge line with me. I didn't have a single crisis in conscience putting them in harm.

"Whether it's about violence or not, it would probably get us there faster, since it looks like he's not going to talk."

A more primal section of my mind told me to continue to beat the living hell from the Death Eater. But a more evolved section told me she was probably right about that.

"I'll put it this way... Either waste time beating this guy up, or go find Sam before they kill her."

I lay back, silently agreeing with Haven on what to do. Damn what I wouldn't give for my mother to be here right now. Other than what Haven just said, I had no idea what to do. And my mom almost always seemed to have the anwser to everything like she just knows what's going to happen always.
For once, I didn't feel independent, I felt a little stupid for trying to rush into this without thinking.

"Give me a moment... legillimens."

Entering Sylvester's mind, (I find various memories of self injury in his hairbrained schemes to catch a certain yellow bird, I'll give you a +1 if you get it) I try to sort through various events in his life as it all becomes an open book to me. Eventually I find the location. An underground hideout used by Heather. Have to admit, it was smart of them to use a different place. But not smart enough.

I pick up Sylvester after exiting his mind. "I know where they are. Leon. Freeze him to a tree. I'm putting him away for this."

Aye aye, Captain.
I raise my hand towards Sylvester and shoot a snake of water, slamming him against a tree and instantly freezing it over.

I have to move to my phone now, I'll be at Heather's Underground place!

"Take my hand, we're going there now." There was no room for debate or negotiation in my voice. It was a firm, resolute order.

I nod, understanding why he would say such and grab his hand.

I take hold of Haven and the trio disapparate.