"So, we're on the target building." Natalie said, her hood hanging like a mini-cape as she cleaned the mythril knife.

"Yeah." Katie replied, eating some candy. It was chocolate with caramel filling.

"That is one hot fox!" Said a voice not from Lance, Blake or Matt.

Anna stood up and looked around and saw something walking toward them. It was a werewolf wearing gauntlets and knuckles. He had black fur and striking blue eyes and looked very strong. "Who are you?!" Asked nature woman as she drew her Fairy Bow and took aim.

"Relax, I am not a bloodthirsty bastard." Replied the wolf-man. "My name is Fenrir."

Anna sat back down, putting her arrow back into her quiver with the rest of its infinite companions.

"Katie, you should not be running around naked." Natalie remarked. "Didn't Celestia tell you to put some damn clothes on?"

"What choice have I? I'd overheat!" Katie retorted. "My fur is thicker than your hair!"

Uh-oh, cat fight. Matt thought. I don't like where this is going.

"Shave your body hair!" Natalie shouted, standing up and pointing at Katie rather accusingly.

"Run around whoring yourself!" Katie yelled back, also standing erect and grabbing the mage by her collar. "I can guarantee you'll birth a freaking centaur!"

Both of them could've gone all day, perhaps forever even, if Anna didn't fire Spark Arrows at both of them.

And manage to inflict paralysis on both of them doing so.

Both women fidgeted for a few moments before Lance removed the arrows from Natalie's shoulder and Katie's backside.

"I would advise you both to shut the hell up." Anna snarled as she put her Fairy Bow back down, casting a glare on both women. "You both are more mature than that, so why are you acting like this?"

"So," Fenrir said, "what's the 'plan' you're all discussing?"

"We storm this building, capture a pony we believe to be partaking in criminal activity, get the Element of Honesty back, and return with the pony and element to Canterlot." Matt answered as he sighed in relief.

"Sounds about right." Twilight scoffed, shaking her head.

"But how and where to we break in?" Asked Gilda, who scratched her chin with a talon.

"I say, with this many of us, we charge right in and cause utter havoc." Blake suggested. "I mean, heh, I heard rumors of four insane people defeating GodCat. I never would've known I had such luck of meeting those people! If a freaking creator of a world can be bested, why not the average pony and his mob?"

"You never said what you specialize in. Same goes for Fenrir." Lance pointed out, smoking a cigar. "Then again, we only just met, so that's to be expected."

"I specialize in ki, or use of spiritual energy....sort of." Fenrir answered bluntly, scratching the back of his head with a paw.

"I am a necromancer." Blake answered sheepishly as he watched Natalie's jaw drop. With a flick of his wrist, a zombie appeared behind him. Rather than devour all the things in sight, it stood there looking at Natalie funny.

"And you're fuzzy." Katie sneered with a grin.

"Am not." Blake replied, annoyed.

"Are too!" Katie retorted, her grin widening.

"Fine." Blake groaned in defeat. "You win."

"YAY!" Katie yelled in glee.

She's too damn cute! Fenrir thought. I can't seem to stop looking at her!

Katie started pacing about the building, making sure nopony was watching from building level or the ground up.

"When do we break in?" Gilda asked, rustling her wings a bit.

"In the dead of night. That way, Fenrir and Blake are at full power." Katie answered as she swished and swashed her tail back and forth.

"I'm bored. Who wants to pass the time?" Matt complained.

"Here, here," Natalie cried, shaking like a leaf.

"Do we necromancers scare you or something?" Blake asked, cocking his head to the side. The zombie mimicked him.

"I-I had a bad experience with one once...and I was very drunk too." Natalie admitted, still shaking.

Blake, now understanding why, simply sent the zombie back to whence he came.

Lance looked at the time. Great. It was flipping noon now.

Anna had already went off into snoozy-land.

Matt had taken his shirt, coat, and hat off. He was overheating too much, his skin starting to turn baked potato red as sweat rained down onto the roof from his body.

"ANNA! Matt looks like he's gonna die!" Lance bellowed. The archer snapped awake and sent some non-lethal Frost Arrows on the swordsman's way. He grabbed the arrows and held them to his forehead.

Katie was passing time by balancing a damn anvil on her nose. While she was on a unicycle juggling a bunch of potted cactus plants. And her tail was busy holding a fucking piece of 2x4. Yes, she was THAT bored.

"How does she do THAT?!" Fenrir asked, jaw dropping.

"I wish I knew," Blake said, his voice a wreck as his head shook nervously.

"I do this because I am a fuzzy!" Katie answered, the party now noting Natalie was on the head of the anvil and she was balancing a table on a pinky finger.

"I think that's a very dumb idea." Anna commented at the misfit carnival scene unraveling before everybody, "I mean, who can do all of that on a building where a bunch of citizens are present?!"