Another snippet

I probably shouldn’t post so many of these, but I can’t seem to resist. Kira and friends are just so much fun.

Snippet

“You’re right about that,” Kira said. “This isn’t a war ship.”

Confusion flitted across [Redacted 1’s} face.

“Which means we can do what we want,” Raider agreed.

He and Kira burst into action at the same time.

Jin slipped out of his chair, seeking refuge under the table as Raider flew over it. He tackled [Redacted 1], the chair the other was sitting in tilting then toppling backward.

Kira hooked her foot in the rungs of the chair next to her and whipped it into [Redacted 2’s] stomach.

From there, things got slightly chaotic.

A good old fashioned brawl ensued.

The bartender and woman from before slipped out a side exit as [Redacted 3] and Finn raced across the room, barreling into the rest of [Redacted 1’s] roughs before they could come to their boss’s aid.

[Redacted 2] proved a better opponent than she thought, catching the chair before she could finish beating him over the head with it. He shoved it into her.

Kira staggered back a step, pain blooming in the small of her back as the edge of the table dug into it.

[Redacted 2] grinned. “You should have just removed the hood. It would have been less painful.

Kira shoved away from the table and hammered a kick into the chair the man was using as a shield.

It broke, sending her momentarily off balance.

[Redacted 2] tossed one half away, using the other as a bludgeon.

She blocked, taking the blow meant for her head on her forearm instead.

Pain splintered through the bone.

God, she hoped that wasn’t a sign her arm was broken.

In the scuffle, she didn’t notice her hood being knocked back.

The man’s eyes widened at the sight of her dark red hair. His lips formed a word.

“Phoenix.”

Kira tackled him, driving her shoulder into his middle.

He fell backward. Glass shattered as he crashed through the window, taking her with him.

They landed. Him on his back. Her on top.

She drove a knee into his solar plexus. And would have done the same to his face if he hadn’t blocked.

She responded by clubbing him in the side of his head.

He barely felt it.

He lunged up, wrapping her in a bear hug and rolling them until he was on top.

Kira squirmed, getting one leg and arm free.

She kneed him in the ribs, her hand scrabbling across the floor in search of the glass.

Her fingers closed around a shard. Its sharp edges bit into her palm as she whipped it up to place against his throat. Right next to the tip of the blade already resting there.

A voice came from above.

“Coli, why is it that I always seem to run into you in the absolute last place you should be?”

Kira traced the length of the sword with her gaze. Past Flame’s tense features.

Up.

And up.

And up.

All the way to a pair of stormy gray eyes belonging to the one man she’d most hoped to avoid.

(Bet you can guess who that is ;-p)