[ Once Maya is in the room, Peter tries to get the guard's attention by aiming a kick at the guy's kidney -- or, well, where a kidney would be, if the guy were human. But he's not, so mostly it just ticks the guy off. He turns toward Peter, unsheathing one of his swords. Clearly he doesn't think Peter warrants the effort to wield both. How insulting.
This is fucking stupid, his mind tells him helpfully as the man lunges at him. What Peter lacks in brute strength, he's had to make up for in speed and instinct -- he dodges the first swipe, sidesteps the second. It's a quick dance, barely more than a few seconds, and Peter is watching his opponent carefully, noting which tiles the guard is stepping on and following his lead, forcing them to circle around.
This is fucking stupid, his mind repeats when the guy tries to elbow him. Peter ducks to the left, but not quick enough, and the blow catches him on the cheekbone, sends him reeling briefly.
This is so. Fucking. Stupid, he thinks one last time, then forcefully and purposefully stomps on a tile.
He has a split second to appreciate how surprised the guard looks before he pushes off and leaps backward toward the gunmetal-grey door. Something falls from the ceiling, and Peter catches the glinting of something sharp and metallic before it falls with a resounding, wet thud that shakes the ground.
For a second, Peter is just sprawled on the ground, trying to catch his breath. Then, he tilts his chin up so he can look at Maya upsidedown. ]
Holy shit, did you see that? Holy shit! Did I look cool?
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This is fucking stupid, his mind tells him helpfully as the man lunges at him. What Peter lacks in brute strength, he's had to make up for in speed and instinct -- he dodges the first swipe, sidesteps the second. It's a quick dance, barely more than a few seconds, and Peter is watching his opponent carefully, noting which tiles the guard is stepping on and following his lead, forcing them to circle around.
This is fucking stupid, his mind repeats when the guy tries to elbow him. Peter ducks to the left, but not quick enough, and the blow catches him on the cheekbone, sends him reeling briefly.
This is so. Fucking. Stupid, he thinks one last time, then forcefully and purposefully stomps on a tile.
He has a split second to appreciate how surprised the guard looks before he pushes off and leaps backward toward the gunmetal-grey door. Something falls from the ceiling, and Peter catches the glinting of something sharp and metallic before it falls with a resounding, wet thud that shakes the ground.
For a second, Peter is just sprawled on the ground, trying to catch his breath. Then, he tilts his chin up so he can look at Maya upsidedown. ]
Holy shit, did you see that? Holy shit! Did I look cool?