Post by HeartString on Aug 15, 2009 0:33:18 GMT -5
Landing on the floor nearby where Aideen had tackled Logan, Tracy saw the look on his face and felt his emotions. There was a little bit of a smile and his heart was filled with love for his girl as she took care of him. Tracy knew as well as Aideen or Mason or any of a thousand heroes or villains the world over that the mighty Wolverine didn't need to be saved from a single bullet, but she could read it in him, he felt that it was adorable what Ember had done. Tracy shook herself from the moment, since Logan would never admit it and Aideen would be to modest to speak of it too, she was going to wind up with a bullet in her for getting caught up in it.
She saw Logan wink at her and knew he was going to go ballistic, she scanned the room quickly for a safe place. There! The bar... she rolled across the floor unceremoniously and scooted behind the bar through the cut out entrance way ducking under the wooden flap. Looking left she saw a bar girl hunkered down as glass came raining down like rice at a wedding. To her right she turned and nearly caught the butt end of a shotgun in her face.
Wit a twist on her heel she rocked her head to the side and grabbed the gun to give a hard yank. She knew she wouldn't beat the man in strength, but she had the edge of years of training at the school and it taught her to trust in herself and what she needed to do. She let her training lead her as she pulled first this way - and then that. Quickly loosening the weapon from the kneeling mans grip. As he went for the shotgun clattering to the floor Tracy spun back and drove the cutting edge of her elbow into his temple. More luck that he was slow than anything else she counted her blessings as he flopped over legs and arms sprawling out, a twitch later and he was flat on the floor unconscious.
Staring a second too long and she felt the emotion of panicked rage just as the girl she had turned her back on got her around the throat with a dish towel. Tracy felt the knee planted in the center of her back and saw the fringes of her vision fading to black. Can't go out..not like...this Her mind was reeling and the only thing she could do was read the labels of the whiskey bottles as her vision faded darker still. Whiskey Bottles!?!
Her hand shot out for salvation. Mason's good buddy Johnny Walker was there to lend his support and she clubbed backward knocking the girl hard, dead square on the top of her skull. The towel went limp and Tracy could breathe again. Popping the pour spout out she said a quiet thanks and took a swig. URK- yuck, that burns... Oh! Ohhh yeah... Moments later Molotov Cocktails were bursting around the room, Wolvie's right, nothing like a drink to spark an idea. she thought as she decided to give their fiery Fox a bit of fuel for her fire.
She saw Logan wink at her and knew he was going to go ballistic, she scanned the room quickly for a safe place. There! The bar... she rolled across the floor unceremoniously and scooted behind the bar through the cut out entrance way ducking under the wooden flap. Looking left she saw a bar girl hunkered down as glass came raining down like rice at a wedding. To her right she turned and nearly caught the butt end of a shotgun in her face.
Wit a twist on her heel she rocked her head to the side and grabbed the gun to give a hard yank. She knew she wouldn't beat the man in strength, but she had the edge of years of training at the school and it taught her to trust in herself and what she needed to do. She let her training lead her as she pulled first this way - and then that. Quickly loosening the weapon from the kneeling mans grip. As he went for the shotgun clattering to the floor Tracy spun back and drove the cutting edge of her elbow into his temple. More luck that he was slow than anything else she counted her blessings as he flopped over legs and arms sprawling out, a twitch later and he was flat on the floor unconscious.
Staring a second too long and she felt the emotion of panicked rage just as the girl she had turned her back on got her around the throat with a dish towel. Tracy felt the knee planted in the center of her back and saw the fringes of her vision fading to black. Can't go out..not like...this Her mind was reeling and the only thing she could do was read the labels of the whiskey bottles as her vision faded darker still. Whiskey Bottles!?!
Her hand shot out for salvation. Mason's good buddy Johnny Walker was there to lend his support and she clubbed backward knocking the girl hard, dead square on the top of her skull. The towel went limp and Tracy could breathe again. Popping the pour spout out she said a quiet thanks and took a swig. URK- yuck, that burns... Oh! Ohhh yeah... Moments later Molotov Cocktails were bursting around the room, Wolvie's right, nothing like a drink to spark an idea. she thought as she decided to give their fiery Fox a bit of fuel for her fire.