Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24678303-20150917025423/@comment-24012109-20151006224728

Tyde quickly jumped behind a knocked over table as he felt the table repetitively take on impact after impact. Sure, Aura protected him from bullet fire somewhat, but his sense of Aura had always been flimsy and weak. Better to not, he still didn't like getting fired at.

"Gah, needa get close without my musket.", he grumbled as he thought of a way to chip down some of the remaining goons.

He kneeled down on his legs, and punted the table hard towards one of the goons, not doing much in the grand scheme of things. When the gunner raised his head to fire at the kid, he was nowhere to be seen- right before Tyde jumps out from hiding behind the flung projectile to kick him hard enough to send him *thump* to the ceiling.

"Having no respect, take this you ruffian!", Tyde said as he took the rose from his top pocket. It still had a pointy stem, enough for him to abuse. Squinting his eyes on the next assailant, he threw the rose with precise aim. The rose in itself penetrated through the thug's coat and top, poking right and deep into his skin through his chest. It was enough to disorient him as he yelled out in a battle cry, firing wildly at the annoying boy. His blind rage made his accuracy terrible, which Tyde took his advantage and swiftly deflected what it took to get into close range. Without hesitation, Tyde smashed his elbow into the guy's nose, knocking him out and over to the counter with a bloody nose.

"Hang on out here, I think I heard a scuffle in the back!", from there, there seemed to be the leader, two goons, and something happening where the Kitchen seemed to be.