As Minor plowed his way through the crowd, Lisa lunged forward. She caught the wrist of an older man, and I saw that she’d just stopped him from turning a knife on Minor.
Nice work!
I moved to back her up, kicking the guy in the side of the knee. He dropped the knife and it skittered along the floor to the boundary of the crowd.
Heh. Skittered. 😛
I fell on top of it, covering it with my body to prevent anyone else from taking it, then grabbed it for myself at the first opportunity.
Sweet, she’s got a weapon she’s used to wielding now.
Senegal helped clear the crowd out of the way so Minor had an exit route, and I stood, pointing the knife at anyone who looked like they might make a move for us.
…I mean, you’re probably the second least intimidating person in your group right now, knife or no knife, but anything that helps, I guess.
The size and muscle of our bodyguards posed too much risk for the Merchants here, with the potential rewards of getting the girl from them being far too scarce compared to the immediate rewards that were in arm’s reach.
Ah yes. Follow the path of least resistance, folks.
The crowd let them be and continued to scrabble for the bills and pills.
Bills ‘n’ pills :p
I like when Wildbow decides to indulge in a little bit of wordplay. See also Judge Peter Regan lapsing into alliteration for a moment in Interlude 6, for instance, though I’m not quite sure whether that was intentional.
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