There was the slightest movement from the bag as he handed the asp over to Kira. Her grin was slightly maniacal as she faced the bag, lifting the asp before bringing it down with all her strength.
The asp whistled through the air as the door behind them opened. The bag jerked right, seconds before the asp connected. It rose, floating in midair as a strangled sound of disbelief came from the doorway.
Kira looked over her shoulder to find Finn's wide, disbelieving eyes on the tableau.
His hand dropped to the en-blade at his waist. "What is that?"
He didn't wait for her to answer, the en-blade clearing its scabbard in the next second.
"Would you believe it’s a poltergeist?" Kira inquired politely as Finn stepped fully into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.
His presence was less than ideal.
Ah, well, beggars couldn't be choosers, and plans rarely survived first contact.
Finn's glare burned; his tone flat. "No."
That was really too bad. Things would likely have been so much easier if he had.
In the resulting silence, Kira's gaze fell to his en-blade. "Oh look, you've already primed a second weapon for me. How kind."
She grabbed the weapon from him, slightly surprised when he let her.
She didn't waste time, her foot already sliding back as she swung. The blade hummed in her hand, energy running along its length and assuring her it could cut anything she wished.
The blade met the bag, slicing cleanly through it as the acrid scent of burning fabric filled the room. The bottom half of the bag dropped to the ground as the rest darkened, catching fire and whisking away.
Jin rose from the ashes, his sphere glowing white-hot from the flames. "Surprise, bitches! Did you miss me? Don't lie. We both know you did."
Finn inhaled harshly, sounding like an angry tea kettle.
Kira's arm was still extended, the blade held as if it were an extension of her body.
Jin tilted, taking in the bag's remnants. "Really, Kira? You had to go there? You don't even believe in ghosts."
Kira allowed her stance to relax as she glared at her friend. "When you see a pest, sometimes you have to cut it down."
Jin sniffed. "How rude."
An angry sound escaped Kira. "Do you even understand what you've done? What are you doing here?"
Finn rumbled threateningly, looking seconds from attacking. Kira shuffled a step away so she could put distance between him and his blade, the only distance she could manage in her small room.
"You didn't think I'd let you do this by yourself? Did you?" Jin lowered onto the bed. "I'm angry at you, but I don't hate you."
"How kind," Kira said through clenched teeth.
"I'm evolved. I know. It's good you recognize that."
A small growl escaped her, and she handed Finn the blade, hilt first. Maybe the oshota should teach her friend a lesson in social etiquette.
"If you were so evolved, you wouldn't have smuggled yourself in a bag." Kira snarled. "You've put all of us in danger."
Jin shot up from the bed, zooming across the room.
"Come on. You're exaggerating." Jin hit the far wall and changed directions.
"Quiet, you. I counted at least eight defensive weapons after their perimeter wall." She chucked a pillow at him when he wouldn't stop circling, a clear sign he knew he was wrong but didn't want to admit it.
