Jin wiggled, getting ready.
“And I’m not sure who those two are so I won’t be asking them to join us.Now, this has been fun, but I think it’s time we continue on our way.Let’s try not to meet again in future, Gator.”
Raider shoved his chair away from the table.
“Sit down,” Gator ordered.
Raider leaned over the table, dropping all pretense of civility.“It’ll be a cold day in the hell my parents believed in before I take orders from you.”
Temper mottled Gator’s skin.“You’ll do what I tell you or find yourself spaced.We’re not on a warship anymore.Here, I am God.”
“You’re right about that,” Kira said, nodding.“This isn’t a war ship.”
Confusion flitted across Gator’s face.
“Which means we can do what we want,” Raider added.
Jin slipped out of his chair, seeking refuge under the table as Raider flew over it.He tackled Gator, the chair the other was sitting in tilting then toppling backward.
Kira hooked her foot in the rungs of the chair next to her and whipped it into Flame’s stomach.
A good old fashioned brawl ensued.
The bartender and woman from before slipped out a side exit as Dylan and Finn raced across the room, barreling into the rest of Gator’s lackeys before they could come to their boss’s aid.
Flame proved a better opponent than she’d expected, catching the chair before she could finish beating him over the head with it.
He shoved it into her.
Kira staggered back a step, pain blooming in the small of her back as the edge of the table dug into it.
Flame grinned.“You should have just removed the hood.It would have been less painful.”
Kira shoved away from the table and hammered a kick into the chair the man was using as a shield.
It broke, sending her momentarily off balance.
Flame tossed one half away, using the other as a bludgeon.
She blocked, taking the blow meant for her head on her forearm instead.
Pain splintered through the bone.
God, she hoped it wasn’t broken.
In the scuffle, she didn’t notice her hood being knocked back.
The man’s eyes widened at the sight of her dark red hair.“Phoenix.”
Kira tackled him, driving her shoulder into his middle.
He fell backward.Glass shattered as he crashed through the window, taking her with him.
They landed.Him on his back.Her on top.
She drove a knee into his solar plexus.And would have done the same to his face if he hadn’t blocked.
She responded by clubbing him in the side of his head.
