[Almost as if in a cartoon, most of the wedding guests performed a double-take. The women were adopted daughters of a very influential man, and, with that influence, came certain monetary resources. Did Peter possess such funds to rival even that amount, or was this a lie?
Yeah, probably that.
"We can pay now, Teran," the bodyguard offered, with an odd rhythm to her words and an accent that warped her vowels. "In cash." And, with a snap of her fingers, the tall, rather thin Accuser apologized his way out of the crowd; as he struggled to carry a very hefty suitcase, the man gave his bodyguard a very dirty look that insisted he was supposed to be the boss.
Seeing that pathetic face brought back too many burning memories. Almost automatically, Dieguez lifted up his knife and threw it. The blade spun in the air for a half-second, before it landed in the dead-center of a palm, that had been placed before the Accuser's face at exactly the right time.
The Accuser's bodyguard winced, as she drew her pierced hand close to her face and pulled out the blade.] Shit.
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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Yeah, probably that.
"We can pay now, Teran," the bodyguard offered, with an odd rhythm to her words and an accent that warped her vowels. "In cash." And, with a snap of her fingers, the tall, rather thin Accuser apologized his way out of the crowd; as he struggled to carry a very hefty suitcase, the man gave his bodyguard a very dirty look that insisted he was supposed to be the boss.
Seeing that pathetic face brought back too many burning memories. Almost automatically, Dieguez lifted up his knife and threw it. The blade spun in the air for a half-second, before it landed in the dead-center of a palm, that had been placed before the Accuser's face at exactly the right time.
The Accuser's bodyguard winced, as she drew her pierced hand close to her face and pulled out the blade.] Shit.
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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.