"What did I say?" Bryce shouts at the same time he lets the choked-out goon in his grip drop unconscious to the floor. "What the heck did I Fudging say, Darius?" he asks again when the only answer he gets is a huffed eye roll and a few shot-off rounds in returned gunfire as the three catch their breath amid the groaning mess of wounded bad guy assistances.
"Hey, do not use that tone with your father Brice." Sonia cuts in listening in over shared coms as she makes her later-arrived entry into the fighting through the main entrance.
"Adoptive father." Bryce hissed slamming a fresh clip into his gun as he flicked a glance towards the man in question who was too busy making another hasty checking of the giggling toddler their current enemy had thought so unwisely in holding for a bargaining chip.
"She good?" Bryce asks swiping a cleaning hand against the still oozing cut over his eye.
"Yeah, yeah, she's fine."
"ByBy." The toddler giggled waving happily at him from the circle of Darius's arms. "ByBy fown."
"Yeah, yeah kiddio ByBy find you." Michel grinned reaching over to ruffle the toddler's dark-colored hair.
"ByBy, Smaaa." The girl laughs pointing towards the splintered hole Bryce and his adoptive father had made in the wall on their entry.
"Well, ByBy had to Smash. Bad guys were keeping ByBy from RayRay." Michel reasons with a grin as he fires off a few more warning shots at some not-so-welcomed shadows attempting to box them in.
Darius rolled his eyes while over the comms Sonia was crooning over the sibling banter between her children as Ravana gave another loud giggled laughter that was soon downed in another trade of gunfire.
"Da sca."
"Nothing to be scared of my little miracle girl." Darius soothed pressing a soft kiss to the child's forehead as he twisted to shield her from the worst of the oncoming minions not that any of them could truly be any real threat to the youngest of the Kincaid family with Bryce shooting out kneecaps left and right before most had cleared the entryway of the room's actual door.
"Oh no, scratch that nothing their Pops. Very much to be scared of here when you leave a loaded unsafe flipping sig auto within reach of a very young baby." Bryce interrupts, staring them back towards the topic at hand.
"He had a what around my littlest roacha?" Sonia joins in her voice cutting with static in the trade of gunfire.
"Oh yeah. The very, very bad man who'd kneecaps we just turned to bone toothpicks dropped it right beside her."
"Darius, you mother…" her next words drowned in a fired-off gunshot "You almost let my baby, my daughter, my…"
"Sonia baby, she's fine. She's alright." Darius defends now shifting his restless daughter more security at his hip.
Any more bickering stalls at the firing of a loan gunshot.
"Darius? Briece?" Sonia asked panicked when the sounds of her family's bickering cut out to shocked quiet and a bloodied groan of the victim as he slumped unmoving back to the ground.
"Did she…." Bryce stammers over the sounds of Darius's laughter with a proud "That's my girl." Earning a playful giggle from their toddler daughter. "Look at you RaRa. Such a smart girl took out the trash for us."
"Oh my. Did my littlest roacha just shoot her first bad guy?" Sonia gushes in recognition of what she must have heard.
"Oh yeah, baby. Sloppy shot all things considered but it ended up right smack between the eyes." Darius informs in praise. "
"Lucky shot," Bryce grumbled already breaking down the gun into a less fire-powered state as his younger sister snuggled more against her father's shoulder with a sleepy yawn.
"Better than you at her age I'd guess." Darius snaps back in defense "Maybe we should make little RaRa here your bodyguard." he suggests with a laugh.