
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” Kurt breathed the words as he moved, shifting from one reality to the next in a blur of dimensional power. His blades were in his hands before he returned to the waking world, traversing the space-between as he leapt from one space to the next.
Things in New Orleans had already gone wrong, that was for sure, but the extent of which was still a mystery. Still, he had not expected to have encountered the need to commit violence within a house of the Lord, and that rankled him even if it had been in his own defence. Ambushing a man at prayer was a line even most of the local criminals would not cross, unless they were desperate, committed, or both. Given that they were supposed to be at the subtle stage of observation for the moment, being directly attacked only a couple of days into their stay in the city was certainly off schedule. Kurt has his suspicions why, but for now, resolution was more important.
He lingered for only a moment atop the current roof he had bounded across to, before diving back through the darkness, his destination in sight as a man was thrown clear from the doorway of a dingy looking bar with an explosive detonation of purple energy. No sooner had the man cleared the entry way than Kurt burst into the space he had been inhabiting with a BAMF of energy and sound.
“Ah, nice of you to join us, mon diable,” The Cajun spoke even as he weaved around a pair of combatants, treating the lethal edges of their bared knives without any hint of severity. A flick of his wrist and the larger of the two was sent sprawling, the clothing on his back smouldering with evaporating energy.
“This does not look like remaining clandestine, Gambit.” Kurt did not have his friend’s entire lack of concern towards danger, but he was still able to keep up with the conversation as he joined the fray, his lean frame a blur as he parried aside a strike aimed for him. These were not simple street thugs fighting with the brutal and instinctive nature of a brawl, but men trained, like Gambit, if not quite so well, for the intricate dance of a Guild duel.
“It ain’t our fault if we are easy to notice, you know a thing or two about that, don’t cha Kurt.” Rogue replied in Gambit’s stead as she landed between them, the heavier impact speaking of the greater raw power of her mutant abilities as the shockwave pushed back those seeking to encircle the trio.
“Besides, we got what we came for, that’s how they knew where we were.” “As the Lady says, my source was good. It’s just his loyalty that wasn’t.” Gambit spoke with only a hint of sourness. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, that those who would still speak with him within the Thieves’ Guild would still hold their loyalty to the Guild over his personal friendship when the chips were down.
“So, where are we going, once we deal with this little cleanup?” Kurt allowed his curiosity to direct his questioning, even as he dived in and out of the nightmare of darkness to appear behind a man who had briefly been attempting to divulge him of his organs.
“Hope you’ve packed your warmest jammies, Kurt, we’re headin’ up North, way North. Essex has got something up in Alaska the Guild have been tracking.” Rogue placed one hand on her hip as, with the full extent of one finger, she
flicked the brutal assailant away, with Kurt out of the way, he sailed fast and hard into the far wall. A dramatic enough show of force that it brought a sudden halt to the chaos around them.
“We done here folks? Cause I don’t think you’ve got half of what it takes to do any better than him. I promise not to chase you.” She smiled sweetly at the gathering of grimfaced foes, who’s venom soon turned on Gambit in her place.
“You’ve been warned before, LeBeau, come back again, and we will deal with you
and your friends.”
“Till next time then, mes amis.” As a goodbye it did little to calm their moods, but in with the sound of another BAMF the X-men were gone before any of them could think wiser of letting the trio go.