Butler- Wrestling with Juliet

Butler saw that his sister was intact, and smiled behind the mask.
“Hello there. I made it.”
And in response to her life being saved, Juliet jammed four rigid
fingers into his solar plexus, driving the air from his body.
“Aarrrk,” he grunted; then, “Whuueeeech.” Which was supposed to
be What are you doing?
A couple of the ninjas had recovered and tried a few of their stylized
moves on their attacker, only to be rewarded with casual openhanded
slaps.
“Watch it,” snapped Butler, drawing breath once more and shooting
the ninjas the evil eye. “I need a minute of family time.”
Something flickered in the corner of Butler’s vision, moving with
blurred, jittery speed. His left hand automatically shot out to grab the
jade ring that was braided into his sister’s blond ponytail.
“Wow,” said Juliet. “No one’s ever done that before.”
“Really?” said Butler, dropping the jade ring. “No one?”
Juliet’s eyes widened behind her mask. “No one except . . . Brother,
is that you?”

- The Atlantis Complex, Chapter 2