Victor didn't hesitate.
He pounced into action so fast that it shocked Derfflinger and Yokouchi.
The gala floor was a mess of expensive silk and spilled champagne as the man hit the ground, his legs kicking weakly while he tried to suck in air that just wouldn't come. Standing right there was Matteo Bianchi, but he was a deer in headlights.
Suddenly, someone rushed into the center of the chaos with total purpose. Matteo glanced to his left, his eyes wide, as he saw the Trampos driver scanning the area like he was looking for a racing line.
Victor's eyes quickly landed on a small crystal bowl of salted nuts that had tumbled over during the struggle, with nuts spilled all over the tablecloth. The nuts had to be it.
"Move!" A panicked waiter was shoved.
