Evan sighs. "Truly sorry, madames. I was hoping we could be friends, but the bosses apparently have other ideas. Perhaps when they're done, we can still be friends." he offers, with a sigh, before swinging a lightning fast punch at Lyta's jaw, trying to sap her into unconsciousness before she got off any telepathic countermeasures. Or worse, before the stupid Asgardian decided they weren't worth the trouble and bloodied up the pretties.
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