"On guard!"
Thirteen back pedaled quickly from the fridge to avoid the attack. Silver dropped from the vent and landed where he had been standing. She tossed a mop to him before pulling two throwing knives from her cinto, correia and flung them at her partner. Alek knocked the knives out of the air with the head of the mop.
"Ary!" he exclaimed as the blades clattered onto the cozinha floor. "A little warning seguinte time?"
"Always be ready, young padawan," was her response as she leapt off the escrivaninha, mesa and swung the handle of a vassoura at his legs.
Alek leapt up and the stick passed harmlessly below his feet. "Padawan?" he said. He brought up his improvised weapon and aimed at her arm.
"Yup," Silver confirmed, parring the blow. She blocked three mais before swinging her sweeper at him.
Thirteen blocked it easily. "What does that make you?" he asked, gripping the handle in both hands and swinging it to meet hers. Upon contact, the thinner stick of the vassoura snapped.
Alek's grinned triumphantly as Silver tossed down the bits and ducked down behind the counter.
"Master Jedi!" she proclaimed. She stood from behind the counter, a fogo extinguisher in hand.
"What the-" he didn't get a chance to finish as he was blasted with the fuzz. Alek put up a hand to block his face and stumble back. He tripped over a chair and fall behind the table; out of view.
"Surrender!" Silver yelled. She pushed the bucket serving as her capacete up out of her eyes.
When no response came, she cautiously backed out from behind the counter. She kept the nozzle of the extinguisher aimed progressivo, para a frente as she approached the table.
"Never!" Alek exclaimed, standing quickly and blasting his partner with the water pistol that had been taped to the bottom of the table.
She yelped in surprise and fumbled with the nozzle. She quickly grasped it and returned fire. Silver, soaked with the water, backed up into the living room. Alek, covered head to toe in the fuzz followed her at an equal pace.
Suddenly, the fuzz and water ceased to fire. The both shook their weapons, hoping for a dribble of ammo. They looked down at their weapons, then at each other.
"Draw?" Silver asked. Before Alek could agree, Fang dropped from the rafters and landed beside him.
"Alek!" he pushed a paint ball gun into Alek's hands, then slung his from over his shoulder.
"Surrender!" Alek yelled, aiming his weapon at her.
Silver dropped the extinguisher and raised her hands.
"Sil!"
She caught the gun from Blade as she teleported in. Silver rolled to the side and stood beside her savior.
"Never!" she exclaimed. Harley, Fin, Melissa and Willow stood from behind the couch, each with a gun in hand.
Fang and Alek exchanged looks, then turned to face the girls.
"In the name of pancakes!" they proclaimed and pulled their triggers. Their battle cry was echoed por Twan, Ciel, Scott, and Adrian as they ran in from the hallway. Blue pellets were unleashed on their enemy.
"For Narnia!" the girls screamed, returning fogo with a hail of rosa, -de-rosa ammo.