“I’m sure it does…”
Raven drawled, her eyes shifting down to the thief’s fingers. He was good at his craft, she knew. It was part of the reason she enjoyed having him on the team, even if she didn’t get the chance to associate with them much due to work
. “There’s a good lad…”
she purred, nodding to herself as her mind began to catalogue the new information.
She had eight bullets. He had somewhere between 51 and 103 cards, all of which could be used as weapons against their would-be captors. Her eyes skimmed the crowd, falling finally upon the blonde woman bantering with their assailants. Raven was far enough from the woman who seemed to be sending out some kind of invisible attack upon a large section of the crowd, and for that, she was thankful. “Suppose that means I get this half…”
Her voice was gruff now, courtesy of the new look she was sporting. As Remy began to weave his way through the crowd, Raven followed suit in the opposite direction. Most of the assailants still seemed to be mostly interested in the blonde woman who couldn’t keep her trap shut to save her life (literally
). A few were skimming the crowd, but if they noticed her movements, they didn’t show it.
All for the better, she decided.
When Remy finally made his move, Raven was ready at the edge of the crowd. Lifting the handgun, she aimed at Assailant #3 and pulled the trigger. A spark of electricity sprang to life as the man saw what Raven was doing, but it was too late. The bullet slammed into his skull, and the sound of the weapon’s discharge roared throughout the large room. He dropped before the electricity could do anyone harm and she snarled with delight.
Across the room, Raven noted Remy currently engaged in melee combat with a man. He had his bo staff, she noticed as well. Good. So long as he was fully armed, she wouldn’t need to worry about the young man overly much. Sounds of pained screeches pulled Raven’s attention back to the group nearest her and she watched as one man doubled over in pain from some unseen force. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, but she wasn’t the kind of person to look a gift horse in the mouth.
While the other two remaining assailants in front of her watched the man crumple from some imaginary pain, Raven shifted her form again. Now she looked precisely like one of the men across the room sans automatic rifle as she stepped from the crowd. The man nearest her did a double-take, but the aggressive move of one of her guards as he shoved his way to the front of the crowd, pistol leveled at them, took the assailant’s attention.
Raven was on Assailant #7 in an instant. Her legs, wrapped in horrendous cargo pants
, secured themselves around the man’s waist as her arms reached for his neck. Using the forward momentum, she flipped herself up higher until she was perched on his shoulders. A sickening ‘crack!
’ filled the air around her as she adjusted the man’s spine in a lethal fashion, letting herself drop to the floor in her naturally azure form just in time to avoid being impaled by a shadowy stake of sorts. “Gambit -- now is not the time to play with your food, child,”
she chimed, her sultry voice lifting over the gasps shifting through the crowd of frightened captives and their angered captors. “Let us show these fools the true meaning of homosuperior...”