The broken glass glittered like diamonds in Kirk's hair as he lifted his head in time to watch Arrienne grab one of Spock's arms and begin to drag him across towards the open window.
He might get scratched by the broken glass Kirk thought numbly as he lurched to his feet, his phaser no longer set to stun. He had just regained his equilibrium when he felt something heavy crash into his side.
He went down with an "Oof!" and, temporarily winded, wondered irritably if L'T'Freja would kindly stop instigating scenarios which resulted with him stupefied and sprawled on the floor with any one of his many officers sprawled across him like a human safety blanket. He shifted Uhura in his grasp, cradling the unconscious woman's head and motioning for a Red shirt to take her to safety. He found it strangely fitting that two lovers so besotted as Spock and Nyota to both be unconscious, after trying to free the other from certain death. He wondered if they would dream of each other, and a sudden pang of sadness chilled his heart.
Getting to his feet for the second time, his eyes quickly sought out L'T'Freja, who seemed to be holding something long and dark in her hand. He realized, incredulously what it was before Uhura's ponytail was thrown in his face, an odd but effective method of distraction.
"Okay, enough with the throwing shit!" He shouted, blinking his eyes free of hair and spitting out a clump of the dead tissue in the most undignified way possible. Shouting and spitting, Kirk's two most successful wooing techniques. Ladies love a man who can hawwwwk and holler.
Yelling at two red shirts to go round the back of bar, he fired a warning shot so close to Arrienne's head that he could smell her singed hair, one braid now hanging by a single strand, from four feet away. "Next time, I won't miss," His voice was cold, but his eyes colder still as he stared at her down the barrel of his phaser.
He was about to make good on his promise, end this insufferable charade and get his First Officer the Hell out of there when another bomb went off.
White plumes of dusty smoke shrowded Jim's vision, and rubble rolled across his path, grains of dirt and plaster scuffing his boots. The secondary explosion was smaller than the first, but Jim was so hyped up on adrenalin that he jumped a near foot in the air when the dynamite ignited, and tore his eyes away from Arrienne long enough for her to dance out of his line of vision.
"No!" He coughed, the dusty air tickling his throat as he stumbled through the mist towards the window. When he reached it, all that was left of Spock was a clump blue fibers clinging to the broken shards of glass, jutting from the cracked pane like the multiple rows of a shark's teeth.