The wizurai huddled behind the bar, out of sight, with a series of golden threads dancing above his head to form a sturdy parasol of protection. At his feet lay the unconscious Dark-skinned elf. Behind him and beyond the bar was chaos.

The bar-keep has left.

—what felt like 20 seconds ago—

Ulrich, with his mind on the notes. Formulated a plan to leave this place, get on his horse and leave. The second part of the plan was to never return to this ruffian infested squalor of bad drink and rough housing that only ended with unconsciousness.

Then there was the fruits.

And the robot.

And the Minotaur.

All of which circled around anyone strong enough to fight a mountain and manage to find a way to simply destroy everything at one. There was chaos. Like, did no one want to take a number and line up to take their turn!? He rolled his eyes and soon there was more that he couldn’t keep track of.

With a resounding crack, a plate of meat and chips flew into the side of his head, setting the world into a dizzy spin. A lazy foot falling forward in a desperate attempt to be somewhere else as a great horned beast smashed its way through the majority of the bar. Dislodging a handful of spectators who had claimed it as a sticky viewing gallery. The crunch of wood, as loud as lightning, shook Ulrich out of his reveere as he made for the door. Tripping over Lilly’s leg. Landing face first in what he hoped was a spilled drink but either way was a memory that would stick with him.

Pushing himself from the floor he looked around. Spying more contestants as the floor froze, an Icy glow taking most of the bar’s uneven flooring and taking out more of the green skinned foes in a comically efficient way.

Looking down at the near defenceless form at his feet, his brown eyes made another lap in their sockets as he leaned down. His fists bunched into lilly’s outfit and heaved them both around to the other side of the bar. Utilising one of the many opening now available to them.

—now—

Another ripe tomato sores over the bar and somewhere into the back. Either bad aim, or someone liked to throw things. All the while, his mind and fingers worked. Stitching the golden thread that had been shielding him, onto his boots. Forming blades on the soles which pointed outwards in a fashion he had seen the tumblers use on frozen lakes to gain speed and stability.

He hoisted the elf onto his shoulder and hobbled to the start of the ice. Beyond that was an angry looking fey creature. And beyond that, an undefended and previously smashed open window.

His motions were unpracticed. Clumsy. But quicker than most, as the ice was clear of all but the orca who lay prone. Most wise enough to clear away from the hazard. The fairy he passed causing the ice he tried to shout towards, but the room was too loud. Instead motioingjng with his hand to communicate a- “thanks” as he slid past on magical skates. Bending his knees he pushed off.

Catching the window’s edge with one foot and spring boarding into the cold air.