Closing Time (Bar Fight Thread – Open to All!)

[Philomel]

Personally, Philomel believed food should remain on the plate. All this infantile foolishness was not for her, with the tomatoes and good bread - not stale - being thrown across the room in all directions.

The short dwarf lover who's name she had now forgotten, had scrambled away hastily when all started going to hell. The faun recognised some of those involved - the tiny fae Fenn, except now he looked somewhat insectoid, and the fiery fighter Felicity - and others she did not. But her main concern was currently focused on not getting stains on her perfectly fine clothing and so she hid beneath the same table she had crashed in upon.

"Well," she said in a disapproving voice, looking at her beloved fox who was all but hissing with his back arched like a cat and tail savagely waving, "This has been a change in circumstance."

Veridian scowled at her with deep golden eyes, skipping to the side as what once had been a hunk of pork slid along the floor towards them. The faun herself frowned deeply and moved further towards the wall the table butted - that with the window she had broken. Lips pursed she checked her assortment of weaponry and decided to pick out a green-bladed dagger over either of her sword and crossbow. Streadily she held out it, blade up in case any other cold dishes, dressed in dirt, should come their way.

Do not like, Veridian stated into her mind. Not at all.

"Well we could try to get out of the window," Philomel suggested, peering at a bench beside them, though it was covered in shards of glass. "We came in that way."

Veridian looked at her and growled, baring his teeth. Anything.

The faun shrugged and pushed herself onto her knees. Moving over to the bench she began to ease her way up, pushing aside the glass with her scarf in preparation. Behind her Veridian continued to spit, and she started to heave herself upwards, and from then on the aim would be to clamber onto the table itself, before -

Slam. A fist caught her hard in the face.

It was only her supernatural speed taking hold as her head was knocked back that kept it from knocking hard against the table. Quickly, she breathed in, gasping as colours blurred before her, a a jeer of dark and red.

"What ..."

There was a roar as Veridian was there, leaping forwards with his jaws agape. As Philomel righted her sense his form merged with the shadow before her. She heard an enrgaed cry, a bowl and a ripping of flesh. Summoning what energy she could she flicked the switch on the underside of her dagger and suddenly it was ablaze, flames proudly licking up and down the blade.

Shoving her form through the gap and making it wider, she stood upright and came face to face with their assistant. He was clothed in black, had cloth wrapped around his face and had the fiercest eyes she had ever seen. In his hands he held sais, but one was currently only hand held as he attempted to grapple off the fox who was clutched about his throat.

Suddenly a call: "Lyre bearer!" it yelled.

She looked around, knowing she recognised that voice. From some months ago now but it was so well know .

"... Maul slayer."