Monroe, embarrassed, shifted back into his normal face. "I'm not the only one. What was that black dust and how did it do that?" Stiles sat down criss cross one the floor. "It was a gift from a friend in case of emergencies. Mountain ash. We just better hope they didn't bring a human with them." Hank looked confused. "Why would that matter?" Stiles sighed. "Because, only a human can break the line." As if they were proving Stiles' words, there were slow, ominous footsteps up the stairs. The tiger Wesen reappeared in the doorway, looking slightly more wary than last time. A blond woman came in behind. She caught sight of Nick and an evil smile crossed her pretty face.
"Well, I was just here for the emissary, but look what I've found. A real live Grimm."
Stiles took a step back.
"Woah, first of all, I'm not technically an emissary. I'm not a druid. Second of all, what's a Grimm, and third of all-" he took a deep breath. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Nick and Monroe covered their sensitive ears as the teen screamed loudly, only pausing for small breaths. As he continued, the woman looked a little uncomfortable as well.
"Stop him. He'll wake up half of America at this volume." She kicked the mountain ash line, breaking it, and glared at her Wesen companion. He entered reluctantly, probably remembering what Stiles did last time. As he approached the still screaming teen, Monroe stepped in front of him, baring his teeth, red eyes flashing. All three adults jumped the Wesen, grappling with him in a flurry of fists and feet. Stiles' eyes widened a bit, but he didn't stop screaming. Nick vaguely wondered what exactly he was doing as he caught a fist flying towards his face. Eventually, the bad guy popped out of the pile, throwing Monroe into the wall and Hank into the closet doors, where they lay, dazed. Nick backed up against the wall with Stiles, who was still screaming his head off. A couple of dogs barked across the street, agitated. Nick looked over at Stiles in confusion. The teen paused for only a half second to whisper to Nick.
"Stall them." Then he resumed screaming. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-" He was cut short as the Wesen slammed his head into the wall. He crumpled down, eyes closed. Nick looked down at his unconscious form and had no choice but to do what he said. He stalled.
