Bu'lla waited for the right moment. Mentally in his head he assigned the two terrorists names. Bu'lla waited until Tiddler at the urinal finished up, shook, zipped and washed his hands, the light orange laibe stepping towards the hand dryer nonchalantly.
Then; the moment to strike came.
The air convection hand drying device was the typical cheap example found in public bathrooms everywhere in the universe, from the moment the button was pressed a droning sound loud enough to give a small jet engine a run for its money filled the toilet for an embarrassingly small amount of usable heat and air current produced.
This perfectly covered Bu'lla's punching out of the vent cover and landing on the floor. The terrorist and student had a split second to look at each other in the reflection of a mirror, then the it began. Dunk, the terrorists companion in the stalls, found himself half in half out on his business (as it were) inside the confines of his cubicle.
"Little shi-"
An orange hand reached for a gun, Bu'lla's darker red snatched it off, the students other hand grabbing the taller terrorist by the shoulder and swinging him around. The urinal smashed in what would have been a loud noise, but was dwarfed by the cover of the hand dryer; unidentifiable liquid spilled out onto the floor, along with a few of those small little beady things.
Tiddler cried out in pain through the smashed porcelain and seized the smaller Bu'lla by the shoulders, Bu'lla's head smashed into the glass above the sink with a crash, he shook stars out of his head and a bit of blood out of his eyes as he was hauled back up.
Dunk, meanwhile, hadn't even had time to wipe as he was opening the stall to see just what the hell was happening out there.
"What the f-"
He managed to get a seconds glimpse of his mate and Bu'lla fighting before Bu'lla's leg shot out and sent the door of the stall straight back into the stall and Dunk's stupid face, therefore sending him flying back onto the bowl with a good bloody nose and few stars.
Bu'lla and Tiddler looked back at each other, then Bu'lla was lifted off the ground. Kicking against the larger laibe's chest, Bu'lla managed to get his legs against sink on the wall of the small bathroom and propel the both of them into a staggering run against the opposite wall.
With a grunt from the impact Bu'lla's hands slammed off the terrorists grip on his shoulders. The drone of the hand dryer was starting to wane, quickly Bu'lla's leg shot back and his foot slammed in the button again. The public service level screams of barely warmed air continued, so did the fight.
Bu'lla parried away two more grabs against his shoulders and even managed a slice into Tiddlers ribs before his opponent managed to grip the school cowl around his neck firmly. Bu'lla's hand grabbing his, then being trapped as the terrorists second hand slapped over it.
Bu'lla looked down at the trapped piece of cloth around his neck and back to his opponent, groaning. Then he was violent lifted and slammed against the door of the stall; sending the barely adequate protection of modesty off its hinges and caving inwards on top the rather unfortunate Dunk with the weight of Bu'lla and the other terrorist landing on top of that.
"There's someone in here!" came the muffled complaint from within the stall as Bu'lla landed on his back against the slanting door with Tiddler atop him.
Bu'lla's legs kicked up under his larger attacker, sending the other laibe pivoting upwards from his collar. Tiddlers back hit the lentil of the stall with a loud crack, snapping the thin metal. The hands gripping Bu'llas cowl let go from the shock of the impact and he pushed his attacker back out of the stall.
Tiddler staggered back and hit the other wall with a dull thud next to the remaining urinal. In need of support and not looking where his paw was going, a small splash indicated where his reach had taken him.
The two laibe looked at each other in disgust as they realized just where that hand had gone. Then Bu'lla launched himself into the counter-attack with a yell of hatred. He leapt up and swung around the larger laibe's shoulders, kicking his legs against the ceiling and sending them both toppling. With a loud splat and a cry of horror the terrorists face splashed in the liquid that now covered the floor; Bu'lla kneeing the top of the other laibe's chest and gripping his arm in a submission hold.
It was about this time that the second terrorist, Dunk, had managed to skip wiping, pull up his shorts and kick out the door of the cubicle. Pulling out his needler pistol and levelling it towards Bu'lla.
Bu'lla used the only weapon available, swinging the pinned Tiddler under him towards his compatriot with a heave. The laibe slid over the slippery surface with a long squeak and tripped up Dunk, sending them both sprawling on the ground. Quickly, Bu'llas hand darted out and punched in the hand dryer button to refresh it once more.
