While most people would have suspected her of it, Kavala would have been the first to admit she wasn't a saint nor a recluse. Like any other woman, she sometimes took time for herself away from her life and took a night out at either Coils or the Blue Bull and danced. There were always willing Akalak at the Bull or if she was looking for more exotic partners, Coils served the needs nicely.
A few drinks, a bit of dancing, and Kavala let go of her problems for a while and found herself unwinding nicely. She hadn't dated for years and it had been a long time since she'd taken a man home, but it still felt nice dancing with strangers and enjoying time away from the facility.
Here she was just a face in the crowd, holding no responsibilities and generally facing no danger. Riverfall was a safe city for women. And while any of the single men here would take her home if she asked, none of them would force such attentions on her. It was nice to flirt, be held close, and then leave as the night grew long into the morning hours. The deep burgundy Akalak she danced with was a particularly skilled partner and she'd just learned his name was Stylas. He was a Kuvay'Nas and interestingly enough was one of the ones who had received one of her first generations of Denusk horses to train with. She'd been slightly amused when he'd offered to dance with her and called her a little filly. He'd bought her a round and she'd bought him a round and so they were both a few glasses into the night. Kavala was a wine drinker and it seemed Stylas liked ales.
So they were enjoying another spin around the dance floor when the brawl broke out. Kavala had no idea what caused it, though one moment the crowd was settled and enjoying the band, and the next it was rowdy with debris flying through the air. Normally agile and alert, Kavala had let her guard down with Stylas and wasn't paying attention when a clay mug slammed into the side of her face. Stunned, the Healer went down, saved only from being trampled on the dance floor itself because of her partner's concern.
Stylas yanked her up even as she fell and pulled her into his arms and turned, shielding her from any more projectiles even as he scanned the crowd and located the human standing in smug annoyance from where he flung the mug.
"Human Shyke..." The big red Akalak said, even as Kavala shook her head and got her feet back under her. She let go of her partner to raise a hand to her head and grimace. "What in the Chavena hit me?" She said, hissing in pain even as she soothed her own wound with the marks hidden beneath her knee-high boots glowing to life. She turned to look where Stylas was looking and spotted the human.
"He throw it?" She yelled above the ruckus, even as more debris came flying by and more Akalaks joined in the brawl. By now the band had stopped and the bartenders behind the counter had thrown open the main door and bouncers were trying to toss the riff raff out before the place got destroyed.
The Blue Bull got destroyed once a good fortnight.
Kavala pushed away from Stylas and started towards the human even as another Akalak was punched and reeled back into her. She was shoved sideways and staggered a moment before she recovered, went on the defensive, and punched out at the drunk Akalak who was shoved into her before he could flatten her a second time.
She threw a dirty look at the human before she vanished into the crowd a moment, obscured by bodies. Tossed back out once, then shoved back in, the Konti lost track of Stylas and then the human who was the target of her ire. The second time she was gently tossed out of the fray by an over protective Akalak she didn't know, the Konti growled and dove back in, throwing a punch to one man's stomach and a knee to another man's groin just to make a whole in the wall of flesh to let her attempt to cross the room towards the human.
She got about half way before she was blocked again and someone decidedly not Akalak grabbed her ass. Kavala whirled, ducked a sloppy drunk punch, and kicked a set of legs out of an over eager trader. Her blood was pumping and she was feeling the edge of the fight settle her stress as nicely as the dancing had done. For that, the healer was grateful. It had been a rough day of clinic work and she'd just needed something different. It didn't matter that her gnosis was kicking hard, registering all the injuries occuring around her and even some of her own bruises. A healer's compulsion wasn't an easy thing to deal with, but battle did mute it a bit until the fists stopped flying.
Luckily there were no blades... only the idiot human who didn't understand a good bar brawl involved thrown fists, not thrown crockery.
Kavala was three quarters across the room when she took a kidney punch and doubled over in pain. She hadn't seen it coming because she was too busy searching the crowd for the drunken human's face. Stupid mistake, stupid stupid... she told herself as she came up swinging and connected to the wrong person. Punching a stranger in the side of the head did little to stun him as he gave her a grin and blew her a kiss before he threw a counter punch at a man to her right.
Kavala cursed the Akalaks. It was hard for a girl to get fair treatment in a brawl with them around.
She danced sideways, avoided another swing by a half transformed Dhani, and then ducked under the swing of another human. She spotted the one that had punched her kidney and punched him with a upper cut to his throat when he was throwing a fist out to connect to someone else's lower back. She was by him in an instant while he was still choking and found herself face to face with the mug chucker.
"Idiot. You hit me up side the face with your mug." She snarled then doubled her fist and with a right hook attempted to sink her fist halfway into his gut with the hopes of turning his stomach inside out in revenge.
Revenge was always good in a brawl.