[ gamora keeps tabs on peter as he makes his way to the kree — subtly, just barely when she can catch glimpses out of her periphery — and it's with some relief that she watches him stepping away again, as that little hum comes over the comm.
at least now she doesn't have to continue engaging the kree.
she excuses herself with some level of abruptness (because gamora is many things, but perfectly suited to social situations she is not), breaking away and leaving her barely-touched drink with another waiter. ]
Should we have the Nova Corps remove him?
[ spoken under her breath, just loud enough for the comm to pick up her voice.
of course, as soon as gamora has stepped away, the kree is reaching into his pocket again—
—only to realize that the detonator is gone.
he looks wildly around him, his narrowed eyes falling on gamora, and then the man is crossing the dance floor to follow her, pushing carelessly past partygoers. as he moves, he flicks his wrist, a small but incredibly sharp knife dropping into his palm. ]
Whoa, Gamora, incoming — on your six.
[ gamora spins on her heel as the kree comes up behind her, lashing out with the blade. she moves just quickly enough to avoid legitimate damage, but the knife grazes across her upper arm before she snaps her hands out, closing her fingers around his wrist and elbow to twist the limb in exactly the wrong way. he drops the knife with a yell, while the sounds of shock and alarm quickly start to spread through the crowd.
...exactly what gamora hoped to avoid.
(but at least the building hasn't gone up in flames, so this is a small consolation.) ]
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at least now she doesn't have to continue engaging the kree.
she excuses herself with some level of abruptness (because gamora is many things, but perfectly suited to social situations she is not), breaking away and leaving her barely-touched drink with another waiter. ]
Should we have the Nova Corps remove him?
[ spoken under her breath, just loud enough for the comm to pick up her voice.
of course, as soon as gamora has stepped away, the kree is reaching into his pocket again—
—only to realize that the detonator is gone.
he looks wildly around him, his narrowed eyes falling on gamora, and then the man is crossing the dance floor to follow her, pushing carelessly past partygoers. as he moves, he flicks his wrist, a small but incredibly sharp knife dropping into his palm. ]
Whoa, Gamora, incoming — on your six.
[ gamora spins on her heel as the kree comes up behind her, lashing out with the blade. she moves just quickly enough to avoid legitimate damage, but the knife grazes across her upper arm before she snaps her hands out, closing her fingers around his wrist and elbow to twist the limb in exactly the wrong way. he drops the knife with a yell, while the sounds of shock and alarm quickly start to spread through the crowd.
...exactly what gamora hoped to avoid.
(but at least the building hasn't gone up in flames, so this is a small consolation.) ]