Fighting dizzily, and cursing all the way, Kurt threw Blaze's grip off at the earliest opportunity, a foul look of fury plastered across his features. "You ever seen what happens when one of those bastards blows up in someone's face?" he all but barked, glaring at Blaze with some kind of blind fury for a few, long moments, until his anger burns to the end of its wick, and melts into little more than hot clumps of mere irritation. With a sigh, he turned away, wrestling a hand-rolled cigarette out of a plastic tobacco packet from the pocket of his hoodie, and lighting it up with a grunt of relief.<br/><br/>Wordlessly, he turned his head again, staring at Blaze with a foreign, untranslatable expression; one of contempt, confusion, curiosity. He hovered for but a few seconds, then tiredly wiped his eyes with his free hand, coughed, and looked away, again. He stood there for quite some time, taking his time to finish off the skinny, slightly crumpled fag that he held in his slightly-shaken hands, staring blankly at the dirty brick wall before him. Eventually, he finished it and stamped it out, turning around again to note Blaze was still stood there, much to his surprise.<br/><br/>"What do you want?" he eventually asked his tone a little less abrasive than before, but altogether not much more friendly, "A thank you? I didn't ask you to stick your nose in, and I didn't want you to, so I'm not going to say thank you."<br/><br/>Kurt grinned a bit, then, mischievously, the kind of cheeky, boyish smile that made his umber eyes light up a little, "You knew that knob back there, didn't you? What did he call you?<span style="font-style: italic">Blaze</span>. You Americans." he grumbled, laughing quietly to himself, a mocking expression on his face, "What, he an ex-boyfriend or something? Didn't seem to like you very much. You seemed pretty eager to stop him getting mad. Does he scare you, huh?"<br/><br/><br/>----<br/><br/><br/>Though his blank face gave little away, Luther took a moment to take in the situation, somewhat taken aback by the difference between the man that had been kneeling and the man that risen.<span style="font-style: italic">That was some incredible nerve control</span>, he thought so himself, but said nothing; now was not the time.<br/><br/>Glancing around quickly, Luther counted at least eight more men with guns, and multiple innocents on the ground. Luther shook his head in dismay at the scene that lay before him. He had never witnesses  a violent crime from this angle, before, and frankly, he wasn't fond of it. There were far too many criminals for him to even attempt taking them on alone, at least not without risking the lives of the civilians around him. The other civilians were also much closer together than this other man had been, so there would be no further individual rescue opportunities. The fire alarm had distracted the robbers, who had stopped to stare at the sprinklers in annoyance, but now were rushing madly: throwing all of the money from the till into a bag, harassing the shop keeper to take them to the safe, the keeper insisting they didn't have access to the safe, the robbers losing their tempers.<br/><br/>And suddenly, Luther saw the man beside him fall to the ground, moments before he felt a punch to his own face. "Hey, think I found them!" a voice yells. Two more of the robbers had appeared from behind, one grabbing a fistful each of Luther and Quinn's hair, the other waving his gun in the direction of one of the robbers at the counter, who turns and heads towards them, "I bet you anything these two are the ones that set the alarm off." he laughs, then nods round the corner, "We got one man down, too."<br/><br/>Luther grunted angrily as his gun was prized out of his fingers, and a foot met his face, "Should have used<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>while you had the chance." commented the man who seemed to be in charge. He was wearing a red bandana around his face, revealing only his sparkling, menacing green eyes. Turning now to look carefully over Quinn, he frowned. "We don't have much time before the fuzz are here. What should we do with these two? Leave a message?"