Paris Monsieur in Gotham) [DISCONTINUED]

(Chapter 30)

Stay close to me, Brina.” Chris whispered to Sabrina.

He sharply eyed the smoke surrounding them. The slightest jerk of movement, the slightest blur of a silhouette was a wild card that could either make way to friend or foe- and with the way things were, the latter was a higher possibility.

“What about Mar?” she hissed.

“He got out.” He reassured her. ‘And so will we.’

He just needed to think of a plan. This was an opportunity and he’ll be damned if he sits on his ass and wastes it.

“No funny business, ya hear?” one of the goons guarding them warned before turning around-

A projectile whizzed through the smoke and the goon cried out in surprise as he was trussed up like a turkey thanks to a bolo.

A blur of a silhouette flew in the smoke, slamming a devastating flying kick into the goon’s head that knocked his cheesy clown mask straight off his face.

More sharp projectiles followed, swiftly incapacitating the other goons nearby.

Stepping out from the smoke was Robin, it was Robin.

Chris thought the colours of a traffic light have never looked more relieving in his whole life.

“You two alright?” Robin asked.

He nodded.

“Go.” She commanded, simply nodding towards the exit.

Chris needed no further prompting as he grabbed Sabrina and made his way towards the exit. Glancing behind, he was glad to see his remaining classmates following his lead, including the pig-headed Alya and a trembling Lie-la.

Guess they weren’t that incompetent at least.

He risked a glance back and saw Robin was swiftly beating the crap out of every thug that so much as breathed towards her with extreme prejudice.

Looks like Amber Ruche wouldn’t be needed after all.

But looking at the terrified classmates surrounding him, Chris Bourgeois was definitely needed.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

‘Unforgivable-’ Crack! The jaw gave way under her backfist strike. Pivoting around, she used her katana to deflect two shots fired towards her.

‘Scum!’ dashing forward, she deftly swept one goon’s legs out from under him. Standing back up, she spun in mid-air, slamming a roundhouse kick into the next fiend who was dumb enough to be near her.

Every single one of them were going to be given hell to pay for attempting to hurt Marcel.

……………and Bourgeois, Kubdel and Raincomprix she supposed- they were a decent lot. Plus, Joan would never forgive her if the blonde in particular ever got hurt under her watch.

Ducking under a swing, she stabbed her katana out, aiming to simply wound his calf badly enough to incapacitate. Sticking a hand into her utility belt, she threw three electrocuting bolos that made similar fates fall upon three more goons.

There was a yell and a goon fell down unconscious behind her. Whipping around, she saw a leather cladded blonde nimbly land not too far away.

Emerald green eyes met toxic green slitted ones- the former framed by a green domino mask, the latter by black leather.

Both eyes narrowed at each other behind their respective masks.

“You. / You?!” They both hissed, one noticeably cooler compared to the more indignant one.