Oh right, before I forget...
Gold felt his jaw drop. Such power! These guys were barely any older than him but they were... This isn't possible. he thought. It can't be. Abruptly, a grunt leapt through the smoe charging toward him. Before he could so much as blink however, a firm hand pushed him back. A brunette was holding him back with one hand and keeping the fist aloft with the other. She struck, slamming her knee into the Rocket's chest. He choked and she flipped lightly onto his back, knocking the minion to the ground. As the man started to struggle, a blade was gently nestled near his jugular vein.
"I-I wouldn't do that if I were you." she whispered. "I'm really jumpy and I don't want my hand to slip." He gulped and fell still, eyes wide. Scowling, she thwacked the pressure point, knocking him out cold.
