A silence had crept over the once-strident party. A group was circled around two awkwardly-stanced people. After a few more tense seconds, movement began again.
As strange as it was, the circle stepped in threateningly. But it grew stranger as they advanced. The boy and girl, still clutched together from the last song, smiled. Actually smiled. The girl's full and lightly-glossed lips parted further, almost a snarlish look. The boy pulled her in defensively. Now, this isn't a normal summer "Oh-my-god, let's celebrate that we lived through another year of school!" party. It was more of a "I'll kick your ass if you want to fuck with me, fool." type of thing, though that wasn't what actually happened. At the moment though, the boy was reaching to his back where a katana was gently laid. The sheathed blade dangled slightly at his quick movement. It flicked, his hand that is, to his side. The katana blurred down to his ribs along with it. His free hand held the girl's waist lightly. She though, already had a small dagger gripped into the edge of her loose-flowing pants.
"Try it." snarled the girl with a vicious tone.
"Oi!" called a voice from the back of the closing circle. "You can't beat us all, Kit."
"Want to bet on that?" replied the boy who was holding Kit.
"Possibly." called another from the slightly-distancing circle.
"Go then." growled the boy defiantly, tightening his grip on the blade's handle. A new smile flickered across his lips. "Kit," he said quietly, leaning towards her ear. "If anything happens, which I doubt, just get out."
"I can handle myself Greg, thanks." she whispered fiercely.
"I know. But still, if anything happens, they're not a side to be on. That's why you've gotta go."
"Love you too." Kit said sarcastically.
"Not now, darling." he spat in reply. His coffee-brown eyes locked onto two people in the advancing group. Kit's icy stare flickered over one stepping up towards her. That made them finally pull out of the tight embrace.
In a split second, Kit and Greg were at the edge of the ring and had three people on the ground. Stepping off to the side, Kit faced off two more. Greg lashed his katana around at a small group. With a flick of his wrist, a body fell to the floor, blood spewing out. "You alright?" Greg called over his shoulder as he took another person to the floor.
"Perfect…" she replied, though blood stained her shirt crimson. The heel of her shoe though, slammed down into a girl's neck under her. A sickening cracking sound echoed across the room.
After a few more moments, the remaining, live, people ran. Kit immediately flopped down on the floor with a sigh.
Flourishing a twirl of the blade, Greg wiped the blood from the tip. The katana slid perfectly into the sheath that still lay on his back. His glaze flickered to Kit. Her auburn hair rippled around her shoulders and spilled over her face, light with sweat. Greg knelt down next to her. "Hey." he said smoothly.
"Hi there." replied Kit with a smile.
Greg's hands searched her for the heavily bleeding wound. "We should go..." Greg said calmly.
"Mhm. What if they come after us?" she asked with a scared expression.
"Then we should go now." laughed Greg lightly. He slid an arm to the arch in her back. She scrambled to her feet with the extra support. With a quick turn, she pulled from his grip and sprinted out of the restaurant's ballroom. Greg blinked with surprise, and then ran to catch up.