And then Dieguez was throwing a knife, and that extra didn't work, a Peter watched with equal parts fascination and horror as Nevara, code name Nebula, wrenched the knife from her palm. (Two things crosses his mind, in that moment. The first was, Badass. The second one was, Oh. Shit.)
After that, Nevara launched the knife back in Dieguez's direction, but halfway through its flight, Galenia deflected it with her own blade. The knife buried itself blade first in the sand, and Galenia spared no time in turning, just as Nevara threw herself at her former sister.
The party, such as it was, fell into chaos, after that, with guards and lackeys moving in to protect their charges and make a giant mess of things. It reminded Peter more than a little of a bar fight, all directionless violence and chaos, but he ignored it as best he could, spotting Teran still standing on his little makeshift stage, surveying the brawl. The man seemed unperturbed by the turn of events – even looked slightly amused – and, most importantly, held the orb loosely at his side.
Welp, Peter thought. When opportunity knocks, right? ]
Dieguez! Rocket! [ He shouted it over the cacophony – the two closest team members he could see – unsure if his companions would be able to hear him. He hoped they would, and he added helpfully, as he started weaving his way through the throng, ] I'm gonna do something really stupid.
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And then Dieguez was throwing a knife, and that extra didn't work, a Peter watched with equal parts fascination and horror as Nevara, code name Nebula, wrenched the knife from her palm. (Two things crosses his mind, in that moment. The first was, Badass. The second one was, Oh. Shit.)
After that, Nevara launched the knife back in Dieguez's direction, but halfway through its flight, Galenia deflected it with her own blade. The knife buried itself blade first in the sand, and Galenia spared no time in turning, just as Nevara threw herself at her former sister.
The party, such as it was, fell into chaos, after that, with guards and lackeys moving in to protect their charges and make a giant mess of things. It reminded Peter more than a little of a bar fight, all directionless violence and chaos, but he ignored it as best he could, spotting Teran still standing on his little makeshift stage, surveying the brawl. The man seemed unperturbed by the turn of events – even looked slightly amused – and, most importantly, held the orb loosely at his side.
Welp, Peter thought. When opportunity knocks, right? ]
Dieguez! Rocket! [ He shouted it over the cacophony – the two closest team members he could see – unsure if his companions would be able to hear him. He hoped they would, and he added helpfully, as he started weaving his way through the throng, ] I'm gonna do something really stupid.