Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160516065101/@comment-25924729-20160525134412

Left alone now, Dalton sipped his beer while pondering over Ale's words earlier. He didn't quite understand any of it, but made a mental note to decipher them later on. Unconsciously, he reached out for his sandwich, then frowned a little as his fingers met a cold, hard, empty plate instead.

A trail of breadcrumbs led across the table, and underneath it. Cautiously, Dalton peeked below the tablecloth...

...and skidded backwards in alarm, nearly flipping the table over. Strong hands grabbed his back, and pinned his arms, more attackers. Instead of fighting, Dalton forced himself to think, and calmly asked his assailants. "I'm guessing you're not here for the food and beer?"

The red clad little girl under the table paid him no attention, and continued munching her stolen sandwich. Dalton noted two more thugs across the bar, plus the one behind him, making four in total.

A long time later, Faye finally answered, in a half distracted tone "Mmmm.... no. They said... to ki-illl you?~"

That break was all he needed. Seizing the distraction, Dalton stomped his captor's foot, and threw the man over his shoulder, before breaking into a sprint for the exit. The two other grunts threw smoke grenades to cut him off, and just like that, the tavern erupted in chaos.