[ Cryon backs away when Peter walks towards him, raising that fistful of Dust. ]
There's no way I'm getting out of this, and you fucking know it. I'm not just gonna let you haul me off to the Nova Corps o-or blow my damn brains out!
I'm outta options, you bastards.
[ He spits the words with all the venom he can muster, and before Gamora can close the distance between them and grab his wrist, Cryon lifts the Dust to his face and just inhales.
He falls back a few steps with a shout of surprise (evidently, he didn't expect the rush of sensation that accompanies the drug), and he shakes as his breathing picks up.
Gamora curses shortly, and in an effort to overwhelm Cryon before the drug can take effect, she darts forward with her sword drawn. Apparently (and unfortunately for them), Dust works monumentally faster than she thought it would, and in the time it takes her to rush the dealer, all he has to do is swing his arm to send her flying across the room.
She crashes into a stack of crates, though as they crumple and collapse around her, they seem to be mercifully empty – but that means she finds herself half-buried under the weight of them as a few cave in around her shoulders on impact. They break open, but the worst they seem to be carrying is broken glass, shards of which she knows will work themselves back out of her skin, given the shallowness of the contusions she's vividly aware of. No Dust spills out around her, but as she tries to pry herself away from the glass and crates, there's some— strange residue on the glass, but it's light, barely worth her notice, and she simply brushes it aside because she doesn't have time to concern herself with Cryon's used phials.
She especially doesn't have time because Cryon barrels towards Peter with a roar of rage, intent on putting the Terran through any walls he has to in order to get to his exit. The other Guardians are just outside the hall leading out of the warehouse, but Cryon, in his Dust-fueled haze, seems to think of nothing but getting out of the building. ]
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[ Cryon backs away when Peter walks towards him, raising that fistful of Dust. ]
There's no way I'm getting out of this, and you fucking know it. I'm not just gonna let you haul me off to the Nova Corps o-or blow my damn brains out!
I'm outta options, you bastards.
[ He spits the words with all the venom he can muster, and before Gamora can close the distance between them and grab his wrist, Cryon lifts the Dust to his face and just inhales.
He falls back a few steps with a shout of surprise (evidently, he didn't expect the rush of sensation that accompanies the drug), and he shakes as his breathing picks up.
Gamora curses shortly, and in an effort to overwhelm Cryon before the drug can take effect, she darts forward with her sword drawn. Apparently (and unfortunately for them), Dust works monumentally faster than she thought it would, and in the time it takes her to rush the dealer, all he has to do is swing his arm to send her flying across the room.
She crashes into a stack of crates, though as they crumple and collapse around her, they seem to be mercifully empty – but that means she finds herself half-buried under the weight of them as a few cave in around her shoulders on impact. They break open, but the worst they seem to be carrying is broken glass, shards of which she knows will work themselves back out of her skin, given the shallowness of the contusions she's vividly aware of. No Dust spills out around her, but as she tries to pry herself away from the glass and crates, there's some— strange residue on the glass, but it's light, barely worth her notice, and she simply brushes it aside because she doesn't have time to concern herself with Cryon's used phials.
She especially doesn't have time because Cryon barrels towards Peter with a roar of rage, intent on putting the Terran through any walls he has to in order to get to his exit. The other Guardians are just outside the hall leading out of the warehouse, but Cryon, in his Dust-fueled haze, seems to think of nothing but getting out of the building. ]