[ In the chaos that ensues, Maya holds her ground, picking off guards every time she gets an opening.
One gets too close to Peter for comfort, and she pops him up in her phaselock. Slag and flame and electricity and acid pour over the battlefield. The crowd is thinning, at least. She can only hope Peter gets out of there okay. ]
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One gets too close to Peter for comfort, and she pops him up in her phaselock. Slag and flame and electricity and acid pour over the battlefield. The crowd is thinning, at least. She can only hope Peter gets out of there okay. ]