For X23 Maximoff 3
Laura did a back flip, her heel connecting with the under jaw of one of the people they were fighting. She swore loudly as she landed awkwardly, wiping sweat from her brow. She dodged away from another man, claws coming out and going through his arm. Laura kicked him away, watching him crumple onto the floor.
"That's two, Warren! How many are you at?"
Warren flew up into the air, dropping a limp body onto another man who groaned under the weight of his partner. "I didn't know we were keeping score," he called over the ruckus.
Laura laughed, accompanied by a laugh from Bobby a few feet away from her. "What kind of fight would this be if we weren't keeping score?" Laura took down another set of men. "I'm at three by the way!"
"Four!"
Behind her, Laura heard Scott huff, "you're all so childish, I swear to god."
Warren piped up, "just took out my fifth, just so you know."
"Yeah, Scott. But most of us are still kids. Gotta let us find the fun in things or we all might as well be middle-aged adults already," Bobby argued, his voice fading in and out as guns were fired.
Laura took down another soldier, the woman crying out when she saw the claws. Laura took that moment to attack someone else, bringing them down as well. "I'm at six!"
"Seven!"
"Four!"
Scott sighed, "fine. Eight."
By the time the fight was over, all of them were a little bit bloody and breathing hard. Everyone gathered around and made sure the area was clear. Laura took a deep breath and stretched, joints cracking. "So, what were everyone's final counts?"