Kaie |
Sliding a mug to an impatient patron, Kaie's brown gaze checked the room casually. An involuntary action that conveyed her mental absence from her task, a tiny hint of boredom. It was in that insignificant glance the Myrian caught the sight of a red haired woman collapsing from her chair. She watched the woman smack against the floor face first, a sight that naturally would cause Kaie to find some amusement. Yet before a glimpse of an entertained smile could cross her face, another man demanded another round. As if he needed it. Bloodshot eyes conveyed the drunkenness of this guy clearly. Nonetheless, she did her job, promptly filling a silver mug with beer. This time when she turned back to the counter, the scene of the bar had changed. None of the people at the counter were looking at her expectantly now. All of them were focused on whatever was behind them. The already absurd volume of voices in the bar had risen, and their tones had become full of animosity. Great. What looked like an exchange of a few punches had turned to full blown brawls. Chairs were being tossed causing splinters to fall like rain over the masses. The dull thud of mugs being bashed into heads was almost constant. Women screaming and ducking out of the way. To say there was some bloodied faces would be a complete understatement. Red was starting to line parts of the floor where drunken bodies were laid out. Their split faces staining the wood. What the hell caused this chaos? No way it was all connected to the falling woman. Or was it? Some of the men that sat before her shoved themselves from their chairs. Barking insults and threats, already forcing their way into joining conflict. Kaie hadn't been behind the bar long. Was there even protocol for times like this? The fact was she had only been there for a short period of time. She knew the owners of the bar and Seth, the man she bartended with. The others were just familiar faces. In some way or another she neglected to find the time to make a proper introduction. Always busy with the usual alcoholics. Sadly enough, the old pub was the closest thing she'd been able to call home in this big city. The only absolute constant filled with the same people she saw on an almost daily basis. Kaie's Myrian instincts became prominent in the few moments it took for her to gauge the situation. To adjust her entire frame of mind and lose the pleasantries she adopted when dealing with patrons. Now, she wasn't so far from the "savage" image her people were often labeled with. Without warning a mug came flying at her skull. With little distance between, she just barely managed to side step out of its path. A couple bottles behind her shattered on the shelf. A foamy liquid started to pour down the cases, a thick river flooding over the kegs. Bold, brown eyes glared in the direction the projectile was thrown. It was in that moment she caught the sight of two girls caught between warring fractions of drunks. One of them Kaie knew to be a barmaid. Without pausing to think, the Myrian woman simply acted. Putting her hands on the counter, she lifted her body and shot her legs right over the surface. Clearing the object, her feet landed on the other side of the bar facing the brawl. Bodies were moving this way in that in angry waves, leaning to and fro like some sort of ocean. Finding a path would prove to be a tricky task. She'd just have to assert herself. Lifting a bar stool, she held the seat against her chest so the legs faced outward. With her battering ram, she barreled forward toward one of the combatants cutting her off from the pair. Crack. The chair legs snapped upon impacting his back, the force sending him reeling forward. As the man toppled back deeper into the crowd, the brunette was quick to take the space. She dropped what was left of her tool and began her challenging weave through the tightly backed bodies. All she could smell was sweat and ale. Disgusting. Eventually she reached them after a long fought battle. People continued to knock her every which way as they moved. A few times she was almost taken out by a collapsing brawler. Just as she was about to speak to the woman with brown hair supporting the barmaid, a mug swung into her back. Petching vagik! It was all she could do to keep herself from drawing on him. Instead, she shot her elbow back into the guy's solar plexus for good measure. She didn't even bother to see what became of her hit. The bartender was far more preoccupied. The two girls seemed to be friends or at least friendly with one another. Might as well get them both out of this damn mess and into the safety of the back room. "Hey! We need to drag our asses! Follow me." The Myrian said practically shouting to compete with all the noise. There was no time to sit idly and chat while furniture was being smashed over heads. She'd have to pass on that one. Without any further explanation, she turned back in the direction she came only to see her hole had caved. Shyke. There was no time to go searching for another way out. This was it. Hands close to her, she began shoving mercilessly. Not moving too quickly but acting as a sort of wedge for the others to follow. Out of no where a fist came right in front of her path, causing her to slam on the brakes. The strike landed on some other opponent's chin causing him to fall back. She took off again, weaving behind them and toward the counter again. She was close now. Just a thin group in the way now. Breaking through the last few she turned her head to see if they had in fact followed behind her. Kaie didn't get much of a chance to look before something broke her focus. A hand reached around her waist and pulled her back suddenly. She felt herself smash back against some guy's chest. Alright, I'm so set. She immediately slipped one hand into her cloak to remove something just as she turned. Facing her attacker now, she now saw it was the creep who had his sights on her earlier. "There you are, love. With all this commotion I'm going to take you away. How 'bout that alley? I'd love to see a little savage girl like you on her knees for me." He stated with a dark smirk, a rough hand caressing the side of her face. You have got to be kidding me right now. Slowly, the sinister look began to drain from his face, his eyes widened. "Mmm, I don't think so." She said with a false sense of pity, big brown eyes looking up at him like she held sympathy for him. The edge of her food knife tapped deep against his inner thigh. He moved like an elder then, releasing his grip and backing away from her blade end. "Uh, okay." He said with a less confident voice, a bit shakier than before. "Good boy," she thought. Once he had moved away she put the knife away before a Syliras knight could catch a glimpse of it. Attention turning back to search for the two woman. To check if they actually did make it out of the fray unscathed. |