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Chimera~
The hair on her spine rose as the men she had seen in the street came through the door. They walked up to the Breton man, weapons drawn, and instantly it seemed there was blood flying. One man nearly had his head lopped off, another took the Breton's pole-arm to the chest...the battle didn't last long, but what bothered Sk'Raazda was not the blood, but the fact that they were fighting. No words were exchanged, well apart from what the man known as Kotor had initially said, and it was three on one anyways. Whatever happened to honor in battle, she thought to herself as she watched the blood spill out of one of the man's neck. Each weakening heart beat pumped a little more blood out until the blood was simply a drizzle onto the floor.
"For Talos' sake! How many times have I said that there is to be no heavy fighting in the bar! Take it outside!" Hulda fumed as she threw her cleaning towel onto the bar. She stormed around to see the three lying on the ground, dead as could be. Sk'Raazda felt the bard put his hand on her shoulder and heard him as he tried to make light of the situation, but she didn't think there was a way to make the situation any lighter. No one was shocked...there wasn't even a gasp when the last body hit the floor. It was more than enough to make her long for home.
"Sk'Raazda thinks we should take leave soon." She said as she brought her eyes back to her companions. Andre, the bard, had already had the same idea as her and was gathering his things. She herself had no more to gather than what was already on her person, so she looked to the Breton and the High Elf curiously as she waited on Andre to return.
"Sk'Raazda offers her apologies for the mess." She said to Hulda as she let out a sigh of despair. More cleaning to do for Hulda...but Sk'Raazda didn't feel terribly sorry. There was an intriguing way in which people fought. There was something majestic in the way blood was spilled from a cut in the skin, but would she be able to do it?
"For Talos' sake! How many times have I said that there is to be no heavy fighting in the bar! Take it outside!" Hulda fumed as she threw her cleaning towel onto the bar. She stormed around to see the three lying on the ground, dead as could be. Sk'Raazda felt the bard put his hand on her shoulder and heard him as he tried to make light of the situation, but she didn't think there was a way to make the situation any lighter. No one was shocked...there wasn't even a gasp when the last body hit the floor. It was more than enough to make her long for home.
"Sk'Raazda thinks we should take leave soon." She said as she brought her eyes back to her companions. Andre, the bard, had already had the same idea as her and was gathering his things. She herself had no more to gather than what was already on her person, so she looked to the Breton and the High Elf curiously as she waited on Andre to return.
"Sk'Raazda offers her apologies for the mess." She said to Hulda as she let out a sigh of despair. More cleaning to do for Hulda...but Sk'Raazda didn't feel terribly sorry. There was an intriguing way in which people fought. There was something majestic in the way blood was spilled from a cut in the skin, but would she be able to do it?