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Asterion slammed both fists on the bar; furious. “Get that disgusting goblin the hell out of there! And all the rest of them, too! RIGHT NOW!!!”
“Desdemona, you human trashbin, you think you can just walk in here and-”
A sudden explosion sent Asterion’s third mercenary tumbling across the room, taking out several tables and chairs on his way. The patrons suddenly stopped, as if awakened from the trance by the commotion.
Asterion’s voice caught in his mouth as his absolute rage exceeded words.
“ Oh gods! ” a random patron cried out in surprise. About half of the customers raced for the exit, stumbling over each other to get out of the building. The other half merely continued drinking, too lost in the wine the care about what was going on.
The mercenary woman who had been trained on Kalo now turned to Cia. Without warning she slung her sword into the woman’s back.
...it bounced off with no effect.
“What the hell?!” she exclaimed. She’d not get the chance to find out.
Desdemona bashed her over the head with one of the nearby barstools, knocking her out instantly.
“You hit my people, I hit ba-” Desdemona nearly finished her sentiment before being showered in purple liquid.
“I thought I told you to leave!” Asterion growled, splashing the second drink in Desdemona’s face, and then the third.
Desdemona scowled. Her eyes cycled through several colors before settling on a bright red. She reached over the bar and grabbed Asterion by the shirt. Pulling him over the bar and herself, she tossed him into the first mercencary, ending whatever conflict Connor was in.
“You did.” Des confirmed. “Come on, let’s go.” she said, looking to her two companions. “Kalo! Just climb back up, I know you’re agile enough.” she called, while turning toward the exit. The remaining mercs in the room stayed at the ready, but stood their ground as the troupe headed for the exit.
Asterion and co., inside behind the bar
Asterion slammed both fists on the bar; furious. “Get that disgusting goblin the hell out of there! And all the rest of them, too! RIGHT NOW!!!”
“Desdemona, you human trashbin, you think you can just walk in here and-”
A sudden explosion sent Asterion’s third mercenary tumbling across the room, taking out several tables and chairs on his way. The patrons suddenly stopped, as if awakened from the trance by the commotion.
Asterion’s voice caught in his mouth as his absolute rage exceeded words.
“ Oh gods! ” a random patron cried out in surprise. About half of the customers raced for the exit, stumbling over each other to get out of the building. The other half merely continued drinking, too lost in the wine the care about what was going on.
The mercenary woman who had been trained on Kalo now turned to Cia. Without warning she slung her sword into the woman’s back.
...it bounced off with no effect.
“What the hell?!” she exclaimed. She’d not get the chance to find out.
Desdemona bashed her over the head with one of the nearby barstools, knocking her out instantly.
“You hit my people, I hit ba-” Desdemona nearly finished her sentiment before being showered in purple liquid.
“I thought I told you to leave!” Asterion growled, splashing the second drink in Desdemona’s face, and then the third.
Desdemona scowled. Her eyes cycled through several colors before settling on a bright red. She reached over the bar and grabbed Asterion by the shirt. Pulling him over the bar and herself, she tossed him into the first mercencary, ending whatever conflict Connor was in.
“You did.” Des confirmed. “Come on, let’s go.” she said, looking to her two companions. “Kalo! Just climb back up, I know you’re agile enough.” she called, while turning toward the exit. The remaining mercs in the room stayed at the ready, but stood their ground as the troupe headed for the exit.
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