Orion's marbles were now quickly barreling toward Felyse, dirty trick. In Ferghus's eyes time had slowed, but these were certainly still fast moving projectiles, this was a test, one with consequences. He couldn't let a single one of these telekineticly powered marbles bean the much flimsier Felyse. With a hop off of the comfy cushion Ferghus sprung into action. 

Placing himself in between the unsuspecting target and his antagonizer. The Irishman, with the aid of his enhanced agility and reflexes, extended his hands in the direction of the incoming projectiles near the speed of a bullet train. Feeling the hefty impact that such small balls of glass can achieve is astonishing. Within a moment five of these orbs were in between the fingers extending from Ferghus's left hand. 

[color=a187be]"Come on Striphe, I could do that one with my eyes closed!"[/color] He preemptively turns to walk away when he barely notices Orion's face light up with mischief. Another orb, this one faster than the rest. Such little time, with as much precision as he could Ferghus aligned himself in a way, a shield of sorts for Felyse. The marble flung at high speed glanced across the Irishman's angled shoulder. The impact didn't sound too pretty, a loud smack silenced the cafe for a split moment. Followed by the mocking sound of a marble rolling across wooden boards, and who could forget Orion's half-chuckle. 

[color=a187be]"Ballsch! That'll leave a mark!"[/color] Ferghus exclaimed, breaking the silence, and dropped to his knees and clutched the scene of the impact. 

He faced Orion from the cafe floor and grinned, [color=a187be]"Looks like I win. Sure yeh banjaxed me arm, but I guess I caught 'em all."[/color] Ferghus let out a forced laugh, fraught with obvious pain. Grabbing the last marble, still rolling about, he rose and returned them to his sadistic partner. Finally he sat down again in the comfy couch beside Nick hoping that no one was staring at him.

[color=a187be]"Sorry there Vee, Striphe's a pisser yeh know?"[/color] He flashed a warm smile and returned to sulking in his pain. [color=a187be]"Oh"[/color] He spoke in a hushed tone, [color=a187be]"Have an icepack?"[/color] still staring at the somewhat frustrated kitty cat.