Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131012204124/@comment-25151516-20131017213625

''This was a bit much. Curse my boredom.'' James thought to himself as his companions dispatched the next few guards. And my pride.

As panic ran rampant from the guests and patrons. Holmes focused his attention on everyone trying to escape.

''Foppish playboy: no. Clearly rich drunkard: no. Frequent drug user: definitely not. Where are you: Hardened business type, clearly too many guards, with a calmness about you. Where could you be hiding?''

He could not find anyone matching his possible target's description throughout the crowd and darkness.

''No. No business types would conduct a meeting here. Especially poison someone here, unless..."

Sitting on a barstool, as people tried to shove themselves out of harms way, James sent another text to his fellow genius: "Lock down upper floors, stop elevators, and find out where champagne has been brought to a business meeting room. Text me what you find."

When the text was sent, James noticed another guard charging at him. This time with a red machete in hand.

''One sharp edge: Divert blow. Man is left-handed: Block right haymaker. Finish with elbow to jaw and head slam to table. Man unconscious, jaw and nose broken.''

James used his left hand to divert the machete's trajectory onto the table. With his same hand, he blocked a blow from the guard's fist. Then, James elbowed the guard in the jaw. Hearing it break, he grabbed the man's collar and forced his head to slam onto the countertop. Seeing his opponent fall to the ground, James did not expect another man to tackle him from behind.

''Sigh, always check your flank, Holmes. The flank.''