"Two point two," shouted Kasey, getting irritated at the other bidders. He'd spotted three of them, and at least one of them didn't look like the sort of person who would<em>have</em>two million credits in his possession. He was nearly oblivious to the dangerous activity going on behind him - so much so, that he was in a perfect position for Silas's murderous thrust.<br/><br/>Thankfully for Kasey, he wasn't some clueless upper-class effete snob, unaware of the dangers in such semi-legal places. He'd started out as a low-class boy, and climbed his way up with a powerful dedication to cybermancy and thaumagenics. His first creation earned him nearly half a million creds from its sheer novelty alone; he'd sold several dozen more, with each one being worth more than the last. But because he'd been born in the low-class areas, he was all too aware that there were some people who wanted nothing more than to kill you and take your belongings.<br/><br/>Which was why he'd worn a light-armor suit that he'd crafted himself to this event. As Silas thrust the vibro-knife, the armor reacted, both preventing the impact and defusing the weapon. Kasey felt a thump on his side as the vibro-knife detonated lightly, scattering shards a few feet around itself (several of which hit other nearby auction guests, bouncing off their own armor or cutting shallow injuries). His attention was dragged completely from the auction to the threat, and he whirled around, swinging his Pain/Stun Lance into position from his hip.<br/><br/>And he froze when he saw that the attacker, still realizing that his weapon was gone, was pinning Marion against him with his hand on her throat.<br/><br/>And what was mild anger from being attacked only a moment ago burned deeply into him, changing into rage for threatening his<em>wife.</em>He growled softly, "If you've got any brains at all, man, you'll let go of her and leave. You won't get a second chance." His left hand had the Lance up and ready, not quite aiming at the thug and his wife, but his right hand was starting to twitch. He didn't want to get this punk arrested... he wanted to kill him, make him cease existing for threatening someone he cared for.