Re: Team 1: Rictor & Shatterstar
Shatterstar was still blushing from Rictor's earlier reaction and knuckle slap. It wasn't often that the big warrior felt embarrassed like this, almost never, really. He didn't like it one bit. His teeth were still bared, awkwardness turned into anger. He seemed to be on a short fuse anyway, and these unexpected feelings coupled with the random violent thoughts didn't help his mood any.
What he saw left him quite unimpressed with Rictor's performance. How many times had he drilled the man himself in this type of close quarter combat? "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" he snapped under his breath, literally reaching for the back of Rictor's uniform to yank him out of the reach of the fallen guard, who wasn't out yet. What was Rictor thinking, just standing there when the guard wasn't out yet? At any moment he could sound an alarm, or call for help, or produce a concealed weapon and take Rictor's life.
The image of Rictor, lying in a pool of his own blood, made Star snarl. In a moment, he had sped past Ric and was kneeling on the barely conscious guard's arms. Shatterstar's face was contorted in a demonic scowl, both his eyes pulsing white as he held a gleaming Ranger's knife to the terrified man's throat. All he could think was that the man was a danger, and that he should kill him now and not have to worry about him later.
"Please," sputtered the underpaid security guard. "Please, I have a family," he managed to say as tears welled up in his eyes.