Holding a gun was one thing, Aidyn mused, sighting down the barrel of her little auto-pistol; shooting it was quite something else. It wasn't as though she didn't know what she was doing, though. Just as well, really, given what she'd walked into. The two men she had her little gun trained on were staring at her, hands held in the air, as she addressed the man they had been heavying up on in the street. "Sui, ya okay?"
He almost had to laugh. Aidyn with a gun. She looked more cute and pert than threatening, even standing behind the autopistol. Walking up behind the men, he grabbed them both by the shoulders. With a grunt, he slammed their heads together and dropped them like garbage. "I'm ok, Mei Mei. Are you?" he stepped over the unconscious idiots and moved towards her. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"
She lowered the little gun with a sigh of relief, dropping it back into the holster at her hip. "M'okay," she muttered defensively. "I had it covered, 'fore ya turned up'n got yaself punched." She shifted awkwardly, trying to hide the tear in her jacket from her protective friend's eyes.
"Little distraction to keep 'em off of ya." his dark eyes searched her person and he frowned when he saw what she was trying to hide. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Aidy?" Hands went to his hips and he scowled darkly.
"Ain't lyin'," she insisted quickly, squaring up to him with a very stubborn look in her brown eyes. "They dint get a chance ta hurt me, so m'okay. Just roughed me up a lil'n I kin cope with that."
His eyes narrowed and he turned to look down at the men who were starting to regain consciousness. "Din't yer mommas teach you any respect?" He kicked one in the side with his steel toed boots, causing a loud groan and a snapping sound. The other got a fist to the side of his face. "Gorram cowards." Turning back to Aidyn, he grabbed her arm and started to move away from the pair at a quick pace. "Ain't no place for ya out here, Aidy. Chris'll shit 'imself if he finds out y'were playin' cops and robbers."
"Sui!" Despite knowing full well that struggling was absolutely pointless, Aidyn gave it a good go, ending up just dancing around on the end of a very strong grip as she was dragged away from her little altercation. "Ya dint havta hit 'em like that," she protested, peering over her shoulder with a worried look on her face. Given half the chance, she'd go back and make sure the pair were okay. "N'ya ain't tellin' Chris 'bout this, neither. What he don't know ain't gonna worry him."
He had her with his right hand, and it was still bandaged and stitched up from his altercation with the men's room at the Star's End. So she was able to slip through his fingers. "Give me a good reason t'keep this from 'im. The boy loves you, Aidy. He has a right t'know so he can keep you on a shorter leash."
He almost had to laugh. Aidyn with a gun. She looked more cute and pert than threatening, even standing behind the autopistol. Walking up behind the men, he grabbed them both by the shoulders. With a grunt, he slammed their heads together and dropped them like garbage. "I'm ok, Mei Mei. Are you?" he stepped over the unconscious idiots and moved towards her. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"
She lowered the little gun with a sigh of relief, dropping it back into the holster at her hip. "M'okay," she muttered defensively. "I had it covered, 'fore ya turned up'n got yaself punched." She shifted awkwardly, trying to hide the tear in her jacket from her protective friend's eyes.
"Little distraction to keep 'em off of ya." his dark eyes searched her person and he frowned when he saw what she was trying to hide. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Aidy?" Hands went to his hips and he scowled darkly.
"Ain't lyin'," she insisted quickly, squaring up to him with a very stubborn look in her brown eyes. "They dint get a chance ta hurt me, so m'okay. Just roughed me up a lil'n I kin cope with that."
His eyes narrowed and he turned to look down at the men who were starting to regain consciousness. "Din't yer mommas teach you any respect?" He kicked one in the side with his steel toed boots, causing a loud groan and a snapping sound. The other got a fist to the side of his face. "Gorram cowards." Turning back to Aidyn, he grabbed her arm and started to move away from the pair at a quick pace. "Ain't no place for ya out here, Aidy. Chris'll shit 'imself if he finds out y'were playin' cops and robbers."
"Sui!" Despite knowing full well that struggling was absolutely pointless, Aidyn gave it a good go, ending up just dancing around on the end of a very strong grip as she was dragged away from her little altercation. "Ya dint havta hit 'em like that," she protested, peering over her shoulder with a worried look on her face. Given half the chance, she'd go back and make sure the pair were okay. "N'ya ain't tellin' Chris 'bout this, neither. What he don't know ain't gonna worry him."
He had her with his right hand, and it was still bandaged and stitched up from his altercation with the men's room at the Star's End. So she was able to slip through his fingers. "Give me a good reason t'keep this from 'im. The boy loves you, Aidy. He has a right t'know so he can keep you on a shorter leash."