"I'm beginning to see why you keep leaving your drone behind," Graydon said dryly.
From over his shoulder, Finn scowled at her. "You know Tsavitee toys are very dangerous, right?"
"Somehow I managed to figure that out.”
"You should avoid them," he pushed, ignoring her.
"I'm a salvager. They're a hazard of the job."
"How much energy does she need to burn to be a reasonable person?" Jin asked, ignoring the exchange.
Kira picked up one of the small items on the table next to her, an intricately cut figurine. She spared a moment to regret its likely fate before chucking it at Jin.
It stopped an inch from him, hovering in the air.
"Oh, I didn't realize you wanted to play," Jin said cheerily. "All you had to do was say."
Kira's eyes widened as he threw the figurine at her. He pulsed once, then three of the daggers theoshotahad been flinging about, turned and darted for Kira, one after another.
"Damn it, Jin," she spit out.
She caught one and flung it at him, doing the same with the other two. The figurine nearly beaned her in the head. She managed to stop it before sending it winging at him.
He chortled, having fun. The daggers she’d flung reversed direction as he added another, this one zipping from the belt at Graydon's side.
"Bet you can't beat me," he taunted.
"You're on, Tin Man," she returned, forgetting where they were for a moment.
The daggers flew back and forth, the movement a dance. Soon other objects entered the game as they both added whatever they could reach.
Kira caught a rock and chucked it back at him. The uneven shapes made the task more difficult.
Kira was conscious of the others giving them room, the cheers and boos as Graydon's soldiers urged them on.
Soon Kira was laughing as the items got more and more ridiculous. It didn't take long before it was impossible to keep up and she was forced to rely as much on instinct and blind luck to protect herself.
"Is that all you've got, Nixxy?"
"Some of us don't have the luxury of antigravs."
He blew a raspberry at her, no sign of stress in his voice. "Excuses, excuses."
She missed a grab, the item sailing past her.
"Score," Jin crowed.
The rest of the items dropped to the ground as he did a victory lap. Kira bent over, slightly winded.
"I don't think I've ever seen such a lively game," Graydon said mildly, looking around at the mess they'd made.
"Whoever is responsible for this place is going to be upset when they see this," Kira observed uneasily.
While a few items were broken, most of the rest were scratched.
She winced when Amila reached into the wreckage, pulling out one of her daggers.
"Sorry, Amila. We may have gotten a little overenthusiastic." It was habit. Neither one of them liked to let the other win.
