<div class="floatleft">(https://cafart.r.worldssl.net/images/Category_35444/subcat_102868/lJnxrtix_1108142222461.jpg)</div><br/>NAME: Remy LeBeau<br/>WEARING: Body Armor, trench coat, his usual look<br/>DAY: Sep 10, 2019<br/>TIME: Early Day<br/>LOCATION: The Raft<br/>CONTENT: Avenge the Knight<br/>TAGGING: Everyone<br/><br/>Combat was always a fluid situation, and Gambit had seen more than his share. Threats and targets shifted, and, as always, he kept moving, speed and agility always being big parts of his defense. L’Agent could take far more damage than he could, so he’d let the big man handle some of the bigger threats for the moment. Hopefully, some of the no longer pinned down SHIELD agents would start backing them up as they got freed up.<br/><br/>He didn’t look up at the ship being hit. It wouldn’t do any good. He couldn’t catch a falling quinjet or fly or teleport up and grab the Black Knight out. The man was skilled and resourceful, he’d save himself or he wouldn’t, but Remy couldn’t do anything either way.<br/><br/>What he could do was take care of the cause of the problem. Rattler wasn’t one of the snake-thugs he was familiar with, but he’d just demonstrated his power. Off the top of his head, Gambit didn’t know if the criminal’s tail was some kind of mechanical attachment or an actual body part. The group seemed to be split roughly equally along those lines.<br/><br/>The sudden appearance of the forcefield and the woman… Lionheart? he thought… changed his plans. Again, combat was fluid. Flipping and moving through the melee, evading and dodging, Gambit got behind Anaconda. He whirled his staff, mostly a bit of showmanship that no one was really likely to see in mid-fight, and then threw four cards in rapid succession, targeting the back of the snake-woman’s neck. That tended to be a sensitive spot on anyone, enhanced or not. If she didn’t fall, or at least loosen her hold on Walker, he was going to introduce his charged bo staff to her temple.<br/>