Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150716225613/@comment-11588669-20150722035513

Nox glanced over at the snow elf to his right, then returned his focus to the men charging him. He counted...four or so going for him, and about the same number heading for the woman.

At the very least, this just got mildly entertaining. He smirked at the thought, and kicked a chair into the first brawler's legs. The second was simply ducked, and the third slid under. As he came up in front of the fourth, Nox lashed out with his gauntleted fist, smashing the man in the groin. His elbow rammed into the larynx, and he finished by quickly and surely punching the chin, activating the failsafe nerve there.

The thundering of footsteps let him turn and duck, elbow finding the soft belly of his next target. A quick uppercut does it's work, and Nox slips past the fallen man to his final mark.

Truthfully, to him, it wasn't even really worth noting how he knocked this unconscious. Maybe something in the fields around here gave people thin skulls, but a punch to the cheek shouldn't knock someone out that quickly. He took the lull in combat to glance around and take stock at the chaos.

The sights were hard to sift through, though he saw an elven pair in the corner using shields to bash opponents away from them. The scents, though, told a different story. That same scent from before, yet it had a wisp of something familiar...with a small start, he realized what it was.

Hmm...the Vampiress is here, after all.... He mused quietly, grabbing a bottle once another man went after him. A quick smash ensured he wouldn't come to till morn. His thoughts quickly shifted aloud as he kneed another one in the groin, thigh, and stomach, throwing him into a table with a small bit of enhanced strength. "Wonder what she's actually here for?"

"Hey, snow elf!" He called to his temporary brawling companion. "Handling yourself well?" ---

Echion was NOT having fun. Every man he had to smack down irritated him a bit more, and it looked like, unless this settled down in a minute, the guards would come in. And they made Paladins look like tolerant, peaceloving Brothel Owners in comparison.

"Nau-" He grunted a bit more at having to beat another man. "We." Smack. "Might." Smack. "Need." Smack. "To leave soon."

And just as the words left his mouth, the door burst open, men clad in blue and silver armored uniforms rushing in with truncheons and even blades to calm the bedlam.