[ Peter's in the middle of shouting a useless, "Don't— no, stop!" just as Cryon takes the hit.
The next thing that's out of Peter's mouth is a forlorn, Shit.
Gamora steps forward before Peter can fire off a good shot, and just as quickly, she's sent flying into crates. Peter shouts her name, takes a few running steps toward her, when noise catches his attention.
Pounding footsteps, more accurately. Cryon's pounding footstep. Another curse escapes Peter's lips as he frantically hits the trigger for his helmet, tries to dodge out of the way, only he's not quick enough. Cryon slams into him, and they crash through the (shockingly flimsy, Peter distantly muses) wall. Masonry falls around them as Cryon drives a dazed Peter to the ground. Peter groans, blinking away stars. Cryon seems to get his bearings much faster, scrambling to his feet—
And he finds himself staring down the barrel of an oversized gun.
Rocket grins a sharp smile, and Drax stands behind him, both knives at the ready. Kraglin and Mantis, with Groot on her shoulder, stand a few paces further back, weapons raised.
Rocket's rifle whirs to life, charging up a shot. ]
Nice of you to drop by.
[ Cryon snarls at them all, the drug coursing through his system. He leaps at Rocket, absorbing the first shot, then the second, and Rocket sighs out, Oh, hell— as Cryon bats him to one side.
Peter only manages to push himself onto all fours, once Cryon starts grappling with Drax.
He chokes out, ] Five minutes.
[ Which is about how long they need to occupy Cryon before the drug starts to fade.
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The next thing that's out of Peter's mouth is a forlorn, Shit.
Gamora steps forward before Peter can fire off a good shot, and just as quickly, she's sent flying into crates. Peter shouts her name, takes a few running steps toward her, when noise catches his attention.
Pounding footsteps, more accurately. Cryon's pounding footstep. Another curse escapes Peter's lips as he frantically hits the trigger for his helmet, tries to dodge out of the way, only he's not quick enough. Cryon slams into him, and they crash through the (shockingly flimsy, Peter distantly muses) wall. Masonry falls around them as Cryon drives a dazed Peter to the ground. Peter groans, blinking away stars. Cryon seems to get his bearings much faster, scrambling to his feet—
And he finds himself staring down the barrel of an oversized gun.
Rocket grins a sharp smile, and Drax stands behind him, both knives at the ready. Kraglin and Mantis, with Groot on her shoulder, stand a few paces further back, weapons raised.
Rocket's rifle whirs to life, charging up a shot. ]
Nice of you to drop by.
[ Cryon snarls at them all, the drug coursing through his system. He leaps at Rocket, absorbing the first shot, then the second, and Rocket sighs out, Oh, hell— as Cryon bats him to one side.
Peter only manages to push himself onto all fours, once Cryon starts grappling with Drax.
He chokes out, ] Five minutes.
[ Which is about how long they need to occupy Cryon before the drug starts to fade.
Piece of cake, right? ]