[ At some point during their wait, Peter had unbuttoned his coat and the waistcoat underneath, allowing him some freedom of movement. When the guards appear in the hallway, he quickly shrugs off the coat and tosses it to the woman with a quick command-- Stay back.
The only good thing about these sorts of parties is that the guards aren't allowed guns of their own, either. It doesn't display the right sort of image. What they are allowed are stun batons, and one of the guards flicks his wrist, extending the baton and showing off the sparking pronged tip. ]
Hate to rush you, Mary Poppins-- but, you know what? No. I'm kinda rushing you. Hurry the hell up.
[ And then Peter and the guards are clashing, Peter dodging to one side as the taller man jabs at him with the baton (Stretch, Peter secretly dubs him). The squatter man (Tiny, Peter decides, though he's only an inch or two shorter Peter) makes a grab for him, catching Peter by the upper arm, and he's rewarded with a headbutt.
Peter was never really trained for fighting, which has only the benefit of making his movements random and unpredictable. Each move is instinctual, and what he lacks in strength (though he's above average for a Terran), he makes up for in speed. He dodges most of the big hits, manages to stay away from the electricity arching between the tips of the stun baton.
-- But then Tiny gets a hold of Peter by his tie and yanks him down, sends him stumbling, and then Stretch is there, stabbing at him with the baton. Peter only just manages to drop completely to the ground before the baton makes contact, rolling away and jumping back to his feet.
That was way too fucking close for comfort, so when Peter calls out-- ]
Merlin!
[ -- you can bet he sounds tense and frustrated. ]
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[ At some point during their wait, Peter had unbuttoned his coat and the waistcoat underneath, allowing him some freedom of movement. When the guards appear in the hallway, he quickly shrugs off the coat and tosses it to the woman with a quick command-- Stay back.
The only good thing about these sorts of parties is that the guards aren't allowed guns of their own, either. It doesn't display the right sort of image. What they are allowed are stun batons, and one of the guards flicks his wrist, extending the baton and showing off the sparking pronged tip. ]
Hate to rush you, Mary Poppins-- but, you know what? No. I'm kinda rushing you. Hurry the hell up.
[ And then Peter and the guards are clashing, Peter dodging to one side as the taller man jabs at him with the baton (Stretch, Peter secretly dubs him). The squatter man (Tiny, Peter decides, though he's only an inch or two shorter Peter) makes a grab for him, catching Peter by the upper arm, and he's rewarded with a headbutt.
Peter was never really trained for fighting, which has only the benefit of making his movements random and unpredictable. Each move is instinctual, and what he lacks in strength (though he's above average for a Terran), he makes up for in speed. He dodges most of the big hits, manages to stay away from the electricity arching between the tips of the stun baton.
-- But then Tiny gets a hold of Peter by his tie and yanks him down, sends him stumbling, and then Stretch is there, stabbing at him with the baton. Peter only just manages to drop completely to the ground before the baton makes contact, rolling away and jumping back to his feet.
That was way too fucking close for comfort, so when Peter calls out-- ]
Merlin!
[ -- you can bet he sounds tense and frustrated. ]