[Rearing Stallion] What You Lookin' At? [Zefiel]

[Leviathan]

Timestamp: 45th of Spring, AV 511 It wasn't often that Syliras saw any largescale mayhem within the city walls. The Knights always kept a tight watch over the people. Thieves never got far. Brawlers never went unnoticed or unpunished, and even the fiercest and most insane of people were brought down by the shining blades and illuminated armor of Syliras. The Knights were not to be trifled with. Despite their well-known reputation for being fair, just, kind, and ruthless when the situation required it, they did enjoy to relax, to rest and let loose when they were off duty. In fact, when they weren't dressed head to toe in armor and walking around with shields and swords, they were about as common in appearance as your standard citizen. Of course, they could still thrash an unruly figure or two if necessary. There was also an unofficial saying that migrated through the ranks. 'A Knight is never off duty.' This was, technically, false but to them it meant that at anytime you were expected to exact justice, uphold the law, and be honorable. That's why it made a group of off-duty Knights uncomfortable to find the hulking blue figure of an Akalak glaring at them from across the tavern. They had only just arrived and started drinking. The akalak, perhaps he was having a bad day, decided to find one of this four-man group, and stare daggers straight through his head. Of course, anybody in this situation would be made uncomfortable, but it was only a knight, or someone equally as fearless or twice as stupid, to confront the possible conflict. The knight in question did in fact stand up from his table, finishing off his mug of ale, and walked over towards the Akalak, Zafiel, with a charming smile and welcoming outsretched hand. "Hello there sir. You seem rather tense this evening. Is there anyway I can be of assistance?"

[Zefiel]

The Akalak reached out slowly, carefully keeping his hands from his weapons. When he touched the Knights hand, he closed his own around it, as if to shake, before his free hand shot out, aiming for the Knights throat, even as the Akalak jerked his hand holding the Knight towards himself.

His face, which, a minute ago, had been just glaring, was now filled with the blood lust of a Cerulean, his eyes narrowed on his target. As his hand shot towards the Knight, it flattened from a fist, so his fingers were straight out, aimed at the Knights throat.

It wasn't every day that the blood lust took over, but when it did, Cerulean's were best avoided, even by the Knights.

[Leviathan]

As the young knight and the Akalak connected grasps, the knight smiled and looked over his shoulder to his three companions. They all cheered, as if news just came in of a tremendous victory won over the forces of darkness and chaos. Their cheers were short lived, however. The strike to the man's throat silenced everything from him saved a garbled wheeze. He wasn't going to be breathing anytime soon. The man fell with relatively little attempt to stand. He seemed to have passed out in moments, for how long, who knows. Despite the sudden turn of events, which would have frozen any typical person in their place from shock, the three other Knights were quick to jump on Zefiel. In fact, Zefiel hardly had enough time to glance up before a mug half full of ale crashed into his nose, the liquid itself spewing over his face, in his eyes, his nose. It wasn't blinding, but sure as heck wasn't delightful. The three men had almost appeared to fly across the room, as they quickly surrounded the Akalak, two of them already had a knife drawn, ready to plant it into the Blue Giant's chest if he so much as moved an inch towards them. "Get down on your knees you bastard!" The largest of the knights, who was no joke in size (yet not as large as an Akalak) took a step forward. He was the only unarmed of the three remaining off-duty knights. He demanded that Zefiel back down. "We're taking you in. Down on your knees and you'll be judged by the city of Syliras rightfully. Refuse, and you're a dead bastard." Whether these knights could be defeated by a single Akalak or not, it was obvious that more would arrive soon. The majority of the crowd already cleared out, leaving only a few men that looked timid, but more than ready to jump in if their own lives were at stack. Something like this would not go down without being heard by the knights.

[Zefiel]

With the first Knight down, the other three jumped the Akalak, with a mug of ale smashing into his face. Before he had shaken the ale off, he pulled his Lakan out and was about to stab one of the Knights, before seeing the daggers. He glared at the Knights holding them, and dropped his Lakan and knelt, slowly. Even a Cerulean was smart enough to know when he would die if he fought.

"We'll see about that, you helioc venhrehk," growled the Akalak, the last two words snarled in his own language, though he was sure the Knights knew them. Even as he spoke, he knelt, slowly, glaring at the Knight in front of him. Glancing at the one he had knocked out with the blow to the throat, he grinned. "You may want to check on him. He might die if he doesn't starting breathing again soon," he stated, grinning at the Knight.

[Leviathan]

The Akalak dropped to his knees, his weapon, the infamous Akalak Lakan, tumbled harmlessly to the ground. The giant appeared to be giving in. This, although should have been a relief, was not. It was unexpected to say the least. A crazed Akalak was assumed to be no more than a mindless bringer of destruction and violence. To give in like this, it wasn't natural. The largest of the knights stepped forward, and without warning, threw a fierce kick into Zefiel's chest, sending him onto his back. Within moments, the Lakan was slid by foot away from the blue monster. One of the other knights was quick to check his fallen ally (though he was making certain to drag him away from Zafiel first). The leader spoke. "What's your name, you and the dark brother inside you?" From the corner of his eye, Zefiel could see the man he attacked coming to, his breathing was almost like a wheezing, like he was choking (probably was), but he wasn't dead, not that easily. The leader of the pack grinned, partially in relief, partial down at the Akalak, knowing the killing machine failed to do what he intended. "He's alive, good. We'll hold this scumbag here until somebody comes with the chains. I think he'll look good in the tank." The man was obviously comfortable with harassing Zefiel, though the other two were still a little timid, most likely less experienced with combat in general.

[Zefiel]

His grin slipping, the Akalak considered going for his Lakan as the Knights were distracted by their fallen friend standing again. "My name, venhrehk, is Zefiel. Remember it, for it shall be the last one you learn in this life, if I get my hands on you," stated the Akalak.

Even as he spoke, his hands dropped to the floor, and his feet swept out towards the two Knights holding the daggers. They seemed less experienced, and it would be best to take them out first, as they held the only weapons at this point. With his feet striking at the Knights, he was left open to a strike from the other Knight, which would not do him any good if he didn't get his feet back under him.

[Leviathan]

Zefiel managed to take down one knight, who gasped as he hit the floor and his knife went crawling away from him. The other Knight had managed to get his fallen comrade and himself away from Zefiel. Zefiel, however, quickly found himself on his back as the largest of the knights jumped on him. Several fierce punches pounded into the Akalak's nose. Blood began to stream forth as his eyes watered heavily. The man, the one beating him, was definitely a strong and fierce one. He almost rivaled the Akalak ferocity at that moment, most likely because of his allies' safety was at stake. Still, Zefiel was an Akalak, naturally strong, and with one strong exertion of strength he could toss the man from his body to give himself a little breathing room, at least for a moment. However, in that state, being beaten as he was, he could not keep tabs on the other two Knights, or even the rest of his surroundings for that matter. All that existed was Zefiel, and the man on top of him throwing blows with insane power, for a human.

[Zefiel]

With a grunt, the Akalak hit the floor, lights flashed in his eyes, and then pain began at his nose, as the Knight began to lay into his face. Grunting, the Akalak tried to move his hands infront of his face, to block the blows, but couldn't. Thinking was hard, with a man punching you, so the Akalak improvised, and heaved his body up, throwing the Knight off of him. Even as the Knight was removed, the Akalak stumbled to his feet, his own Lakan in one hand, his other hand scooping up a fallen dagger. Blood streaming from his face, the Akalak swayed as he stood, glaring as he glanced around for the other Knights.

[Leviathan]

By the time Zefiel was up and armed, two more knights had arrived, and they were both armed, on duty, and with swords in hand. One of the on-duty knights got to work getting people outside of the Tavern, the other was confronting the rampaging Akalak. "Akalak, drop your weapons and drop to your knees. I will not hesitate to put you down." The knight spoke in a strong confident voice. Zefiel had little options. Escape was no longer possible, death was likely if he struggled further, at least a surrender would let him live, probably exiled from Syliras for the rest of his life, but still alive.

[Zefiel]

The Akalak saw the two new knights and glared at them, still swaying. He frowned, and flipped the dagger around in his hand, so he was holding the blade. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the dagger at one of the knights, and rushed the other, the Lakan is his hand held at an angle to punch through the knights helmet. His rush wasn't all that great, as he still wasn't steady on his feet, from the bashing his face had taken. And his vision turned blurry as soon as he started his rush, making him see four knights, instead of two.