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[Cyberweasel89]

YummyBiscuits

He glanced at her breasts when she looked into the pit to explain the Beatdown, so she didn't notice. Though... she did feel a slight tingling. The kind of feeling you get when you feel like someone is leering at you, even if you can't see them. When she looked back, he had stopped.

Hmm... Twist it up, huh?

The minotaur clasped her hands at her waist, her arms inadvertendly pressing up against her breasts.

"Um... Well, I guess the mud makes it kind of like they were, uh... f-fighting in the rain, or just after one. A-And it would probably make it softer to fall down, if only a little." she agreed.

Did... Did he just wink at her? A deep red blush crept to her cheeks. When he leaned in, she stepped back a little just out of reflex, jumping a little when her shapely rear bumped against the bar counter. But she leaned a little closer and listened to what he was telling her.

D... Down there? A chick like her? Covered in mud? Damn shame?

Ushiko's blush spread to cover her entire face. She almost felt like steam would come out of her ears. Dammit... Why did he have to say that? She was so easily embarrassed...

The girl brought her hands up to just above her chest, tapping her index fingers togther. Her elbows squeezed her breasts together a little, and she rocked her hips back and forth like a giddy schoolgirl. Her gaze was directed downward, a tiny smile on her face.

"M... Maybe after... J-Jay and Sana are... d-done..." she squeaked, almost too quiet to hear.

Location: Behind Bar
Mood: Naughty
Thinking: Oh god... Oh my...
Wearing: Pictured

[ImNoHero]

Bishop remained where he was, watching the fight below. He lit up a fresh cig before sipping his now half full beer. His narrowed eyes gave him a moment to gander at the his brother, Raven, Joe, and Leo. He took in the scene before he would avert his vision back to the arena, but his ears remained tuned in to what was going on on this level of the club. He was wary of Leo from his last visit here, that poor waitress. His prolonged absence made Bishop all the more suspicious he was the one that did it. Coupling that and the fact that his brother was talking Raven and having a good time, only for Leo's appearance to shake her up a little. Joe was being Joe, which Bishop might learn at some point. And this ridiculous bartender was steppin' up to his brother and fellow gang leader of the notorious TRS clique. Grappling or not, This barkeep was bound to lose his life over petty disrespect. Bishop was known to be incredibly violent, and it showed more when the Fam was watching.

If/When the barkeep jumped stupid, he would find himself with Bishop throwing his half full beer bottle hard as ******** at the barkeep, his Hyperkinesis making the throw precisely aimed for the barkeeps dome. As the bottle shatter across his head, Saint would get the jump on him, which would give Bishop enough time to make it over to them in order to dish out one massive load of Compound V overkill. Believe it or not, this would all be to simply make a point. Don't ******** with The River Styx...Those to violate this simple term of agreement paid full price every time.

[Leonardo -S- Virunas]

Perhaps noticeably undisturbed with the following series of events that had unfolded behind the bar this particular nameless Leo would look nothing like the very human version that had gotten his drunken a** handed to him before vanishing off somewhere. With no recollection of himself, or anyone around him the unknowingly heavy weight boxer compacted into his slimmer devilish athletic frame would almost miss the beer as it fell with his vaguely luminescent scarlet iris's widening with his left hand darting out to snatch it up before it could hit the bar counter. At the same time one of his two demonic appearing appendages half lunged out to catch it its self only to trail back behind him in some manner of 'false alarm'. Watching the bartender get jumped for his poor choice in words the nameless pale brawler would only switch his gaze from the brutal beat down, to the beer before setting it down on the counter without taking a drink.

"Hey... I'm not so interested in being next since I've got no money to pay. I was hoping for something over 80 proof anyway."

Whether anyone had caught the almost cautiously humorous comment that had been followed by the memory less mercenaries casual manner of lounging in his seat with no define hint of stress, tenseness, or exhaustion from the insane events he'd survived since he'd woken up in the gutter. Right now, all he wanted was a bottle of something decent enough to actually get a buzz off. He couldn't explain why the higher proof sounded better, or why 80 proof in the back of his head felt as though it would taste like water. Regardless of such a compulsion he wouldn't simply try to steal it during the commotion. Aware that anyone here could without reason turn on him if they so decided. He imagined that would deter most customers, yet from the looks of how they 'educated' their own bar tender the nameless brawler wasn't so sure how any of this was going to go down now. He only knew that leaving meant no drink, and back to wandering aimlessly in the gods forsaken 'Sigil' place he'd some how happened into.

[Aizen Teresaga]

Alabaster Phoenix

Epic Myth

·!¦[· xᴏᴋ-4: яᴀᴠᴇɴ; ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: ズ.ﾑ.刀.乙.ﾑ.ズ.ﾉ. ·]¦!·

Protect the past, heal my painful wounds
And live on without erasing tomorrow...

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The bartender glared at her, and Raven cast an imperious gaze in return, leaning away from Gable's steady hand to rest on the bar. Even swaying, even on the brink of s**t-faced, something about her demeanor screamed "predator". Petite that she was, she was the more dangerous of the three, and they were none the wiser to her untapped potential. Suddenly she was not the laid back woman moments ago, but someone who commanded respect. Even with flushed cheeks and a sway to her, she managed to look menacing for her size, "Don't glare at me as if this is my...my pet monkey to put a leash on. Show some respect to my comrade and the patrons of this bar. Do you know who you work for? Joe's tab is on me, and you will serve him as many drinks as he wishes. I will cut him off when I have had my limit of spending. Any problem with this, and I will break your face in and pay Bishop to hire a new bartender." She ended her tirade with a leering glare before pulling away. Huffing in irritation, Raven leaned over and grabbed Joe, forcibly yanking the man up to his feet. She kept an arm on him to keep him from falling over any more than he already had.

This was a side of Raven most people found peculiar. Right now, she regarded Joe like a petulant child, despite having spoken for him. She, for reasons unknown even to her, felt responsible for him. She had failed, after all, to realize just how many drinks he had gotten away with, when he had inadvertently confessed to being a light weight drinker. The buzz Raven had was strong, and it felt as if a bubble existed around her. Rather than being distracted, Raven was hyper-sensitive to her surroundings. This was partly because she knew she was under the influence, and that rational mind set always had her paying thrice the attention she normally did sober.

And she would do it, she was crazy enough to. She was in that zone where the wrong word to her new-found friends and she'd snap. This was one of the reasons Raven didn't drink around others. She felt like she had to look after them, allow them to enjoy themselves. She herself found more amusement in watching them than joining them, but the stress of the past few days had actually driven her to drink. And now Leo was here, looking less Leo than Leo should have been and the fact that she was quite literally unable to grasp any ethereal ties to him that should be there greatly alarmed her, leaving the woman to sober up quickly.

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No matter how frightening it is
I won't look away if there is love at the end of everything.

[Flakkky]

The bartender flinched, surprised by the imposing presence exuding out of the little woman's form. How she hefted the sprawled, drooling idiot from the floor like a child was beyond him, but he felt himself in a bad pinch. His balls were grabbed from right underneath him and, as usual, he could quiet down and accept the abuse to keep his job.

******** that. Why should he as a bartender and a former title holding wrestler be subjugated to a b***h with a serious mom-syndrome. He slapped his meaty hand on the counter-top to grab their attention and pointed a finger at her face. His chest swelled with air, ready to bellow a mean message until his insinuating movement was met with an aggressive response by the River Styx Gang. His skull was splattered by glass, alcohol, and his own blood from resulting cuts. He reeled back and nearly missed the movement of one of Bishop's pawns.

Filled with rage, the barkeep, grabbed a stool and threw it with a mighty heave. It sailed a little too high and struck one of the bar patron's squarely in the back.

Joe, even under the influence, had an idea what would soon occur. "And the chair effect starts again!" He sang as he leaned heavily onto Raven and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. His head nuzzling against her cheek like the drunk ape he was.

"Zzzzz...don't worry, Joe got this. Someone call the Joe-man...."

Chaos erupted as one man blamed another for throwing the stool. Then another fight would start up somewhere else in the club and like a wave, from one end to the other, insanity gripped people like crack gripped crack heads. In an environment of booze and violence, the combination turned into one hell of a mix.

By the time it turned out into a full on rumble surrounding the cage. The Bartender would have been pounded into the ground by the River Styx Gang. A tinge of irony stung his wounds that as a bartender, he caused his own undoing and the destruction of his bar....

...

Raven, Joe, and Gabriel were not in the position to stand around and watch as throngs of bodies pushed and shoved and crawled and spat and smashed each other into tables or with tables.

Joe, without meaning to, Ante Up the club...

[YummyBiscuits]

Cyberweasel89

✝Andrew Alistair Clark✝

Drew leaned his head even closer, leaving only inches between himself and the busty Minotaur. Only a few more inches, and that lovely chest could rub against him. Good thing the man had some semblance of control over his bodily functions or something embarrassing could have happened by now. His slightly tanned skin, his bright eyes, they took in every bit of the girl without looking directly. He smiled.

" After they fight... Yeah? " He prodded lightly, trying to figure out exactly where the girl was going with this. It was a bar after all, and things like picking up a cute chick were bound to happen. Before the meta human could get an answer though, there was a mean ruckus behind him. A thrown stool, and suddenly everyone was in the middle of a brawl. Sexy as hell, Drew had to say. But, not concerned with the prospect of saving the bar or anything like that, Drew pressed himself forwards, a protective hand placed around his busty companion's waist. He pushed her back a few strides, taking in the feeling of those sweet tits on his chest. They didnt feel fake. A suitable distance from the fight later, Drew looked down at his prize with a smirk. " Now, can't let a nice waitress like you get caught up in something like that. " The two were close to the wall now, a few feet away from the fringed fighting.

[Aizen Teresaga]

Alabaster Phoenix

Epic Myth

·!¦[· xᴏᴋ-4: яᴀᴠᴇɴ; ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: ズ.ﾑ.刀.乙.ﾑ.ズ.ﾉ. ·]¦!·

Protect the past, heal my painful wounds
And live on without erasing tomorrow...

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Just as the bartender smacked his fist down and pointed at her, he was shattered with glass over the head. And just when he thought he was going to recover, Raven was seamlessly surrounded by erupting chaos. Joe tickled at her cheek and she was suddenly seized by his arms and snuggled up against, her fierce demeanor shattered with a squeak.

So much fighting caused by the usurper. Raven felt someone fall into them from behind, fists flying, kicks executed, biting, scratching, pummeling from all around. It was only when Joe began to doze off that Raven, like fluid, would glide out of his grasp. Taking him by the arm, the Neohuman hoisted the man off his feet and onto her back. Yet another man fell backwards, nearly knocking Raven off her feet and causing her to stumble. Seizing Joe's arm, she felt the muscles strain to keep him in place. He was in no condition to walk and she had nearly lost track of Gable in the throng of riled up patrons.

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No matter how frightening it is
I won't look away if there is love at the end of everything.`

[Leonardo -S- Virunas]

With all the chaos breaking out with the tossing of a single stool the gentlemen still seated at the bar would attempt to ignore the growing struggle as every guy there seemed hell bent on grabbing the nearest other guy, and beating the living s**t out of him. Oddly comfortable in this setting the nameless brawler would appear to almost smile without knowing it before the first good lick got thrown his way. Taking a quick jab to the chin before someone else tugged the guy who had thrown it back into the crowd a sudden compulsion would overwhelm whatever he'd been pondering about previously. Violence for the freakishly good looking amnesiac felt much as a normal civilized person would feel while driving a car, or riding a bike. It wasn't something easily forgotten, like watching your parents murdered, or best friend fall to their death. The odd comparison's rummaging within his scrambled brains not helping the situation much as a bottle of something over 80 proof came flipping from behind him. Without thought his right hand would dart up to meet solid contact where the bottle would of otherwise missed, and would of continued past his shoulder.

Surprised by the catch as much as satisfied he'd managed as much the seductive brawler would nonchalantly lift his frame up, and over the bar counter in a single motion to land standing a couple feet from the bartender who was still getting his a** kicked. With an almost sorry expression the nameless brawler would drown the scene with a solid pull from the bottle without keeping his oddly luminescent scarlet iris's from the others around behind, and around the bar. Well aware he shouldn't be behind the bar he'd quickly concoct a fail safe should he be confronted. Appearing to shy from the tug o war crowd on the opposite side of the bar he'd fix his stiff jaw a moment from the previous hit he'd taken before taking a single step back to lean up against the bar.

"I've learned your lesson, champ. I won't be the first to toss a stool next time, so your beating's not in total vain."

Where once a confident subtle instigation lingered the pale sculpted brawler would actually seem genuine in his casually shouted words. If the crew beating on the bar tender decided the lesson of his beating was enough for the smart a** incidentally throwing salt on the broken guys wounds he wouldn't be quick to dismiss, or ignore them. Most around here looked brutal, while he reserved a slightly more sophisticated appearance from last he'd saw how abnormal he was. Enjoying violence, and being talented in it were two different things. Frankly, with another attentive pull from the bottle he'd caught the nameless brawler didn't much care to find out in some random bar fight. Even if it turned out he could kick some a** what was to stop someone from riddling him with holes, or pulling out some legit weapons? It all spelled trouble he'd neither avoid, or actively pursue. He'd been rolling with the flow this long, and didn't have very many other alternative's in his current ******** up memory lost situation.

[OutlawD One]

Aizen Teresaga

Epic Myth

ImNoHero

The bartender had surely started something of a ruckus by throwing the stool causing Gable's mind to recall a cartoon he had once watched. When people throws stools/chairs, other people get mad and fights break out and that is exactly what happened. Smirking at his thoughts Gable made sure to throw Bishop a cheesy salute for the bottle, and to keep track of Raven and the drunk incapacitated Joe.

He placed himself close to his new friends applying a solid fist to anyone who got close and snapping the limbs of the few who bumped into Raven. TRS had been provoked and the home bar had been placed into disorder. Careful to keep his friends in mind, Gable removed his grey blazer.

The blazer flew the air and laid softly onto the back of a chair in the upper levels of the bar. As this happened the real action and fun began. Pulling himself back a maniacle smile crossed Saint's face where it stayed as he eyed the barkeep. In a moments notice his velocity ability was applied to his his body allowing him to charge forward towards the man. His sheer force and speed would send anyone crossing his path out of his way.

His mad dash only coming to a halt once his target was destination was met. An underlying dream of Saint and Bishop was about to be met, and the situation was all too perfect. Removing the barkeep from a gauntlet of blows of other patrons, Gable would seize the man, and bound upward in a single move. He felt electrified as he soared the ten foot distance, and vertically raised the man bringing him down on onto an unsuspecting pool table with earth shattering force. Whatever fighting was sure to cease on that side of the bar was the barkeep's back was brougt down onto the fabric of the table and the legs of the wood structure snapped under the force of the downward slam. Contrary from the force of the collision and the berkeeps speed Gable would land softly on the ground next to the table while, the tables base would cause the ground to around to rumble, an echo to sound, and the wood floor to spliter at the edges of the table. Titlting back up from the ground Saint would begin moving back towards Raven with a smile of utter joy, happieness, and enthusism on his face. Chunks of the fights had stopped as people were watching in awe, laughter, and confusion. People that ******** with TRS get put through tables, was the plain and simple message. And every moment of the action would be enjoyed.

[Aizen Teresaga]

Epic Myth

·!¦[· xᴏᴋ-4: яᴀᴠᴇɴ; ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: ズ.ﾑ.刀.乙.ﾑ.ズ.ﾉ. ·]¦!·

Protect the past, heal my painful wounds
And live on without erasing tomorrow...

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Joe was no light weight, and Raven struggled to back them away from the majority of the chaotic situation. A burst of pain erupted across her face, momentarily blinding her when she caught an elbow to the left eye. Reeling back in agony, Raven nearly dropped Joe just from reflex. She was leaning in, the area beginning to swell and more than likely bruise, making it impossible to see clearly out of her left. Gritting her teeth, Raven hoisted Joe onto her back as best she could, her arms feeling the burn of hefting such weight.

A man stumbled into her, and throwing herself forward, she managed to shove them back. Indignant, the stranger twirled and launched a fist straight into Raven's gut, effectively winding her. At this, Joe slumped off her back and she nearly fell right over him, dancing around. Her mind was trying to tell her body to inhale, take in air, but her body wasn't listening. Wheezing, Raven's face contorted with irritation, the golden rim around her irises expanding a fraction. There were too many voices, now. Wanton drunken stupor had loosened barriers for her and patrons of the bar alike, and she was swamped with their senseless, primal thoughts of fight or flight. Now all she could do was keep people from trampling over Joe while he recovered. One crazy woman beat down on Raven with an empty bottle. With hardly enough force to shatter over her head, Raven struggled to grapple the bottle from the woman, it was beginning to become difficult to hear all the brouhaha in the bar and the loud, snarling thoughts. The bottle and the woman came down relentlessly, a stint of pain against her skull with each smack. With a final shout, Raven managed to disarm the woman of the bottle and shove her backwards.

A beefier fist careened against the left temple catching Raven in that blind spot. The attack had come so swiftly that shock did not have time to register, the empty bottle slipped from her hand as she went down like a pile of bricks, collapsing unconsciously.

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No matter how frightening it is
I won't look away if there is love at the end of everything.`

[OutlawD One]

Churnning through the ruckus of the fights brawlers and drinkers alike fell and rose. Gable's one smiling face turned to that of sour taste and disgust as Raven was attacked, and beaten. He was opposed to hitting women so, he was much relived that Raven discounted and gave back the attacks of the woman crazy enough to hit her over the head with a bottle, but the mans assault was another story.

Reaching into the pocket of his jeans Gable took hold of three glass marbles, with the knuckles of his fingers, as he approached the bodies of Raven and Joe. Worry, and anger layering his face, with a taste of something softer in his eyes.

His legs sped fast towards the ground with his right foot kicking him off as another attack lifted a chair eyeing the body of Raven. It only took a punch for the middle of the marbles to lash out like a bullet fired from a gun. The orb spun blue in color, and released a whistle from it's travel. The stone moved slower than a round but hit to quick to be dodged and traveled with the same speed an force and it burrowed itself into the second man's temple exiting the opposite side spraying red on anyway next to him.

Grasping Raven with his right hand and Joe with his left, Saint's strength tapped into the Compund V coursing through him, as he lifted his two friends. Raven over his right shoulder and Joe hooked under his left arm.

"Raven!? Wakey wakey now, sweet one."

The two remaining marbles spun like professional baseballs in front of Saint, joined shortly after by the third. He watched the guilty man with eyes of hate.

[ImNoHero]

Ultimately, distraction fell upon Bishop as his bar erupted into chaos. His skin tinged red as he become anger with each passing second. Those that knew whom he was avoided him in the s**t fest ensuing, a few others less fortunate learned the hard way. Bashing many a faces and kneeing many guts, Bishop fought his way towards the bar before his brother would clear him a path. Despite the courtesy of Saint, Bishop would become still as his Hyperkinesis followed his brother in his high speed, capturing the moment not so perfectly, though he would view it better than most if not all of those here and now. As the pair clashed with the pool table, Bishop's face cracked into a priceless smile before some idiot bumped into him from behind. An elbow somehow misplaced into the back of his dome. Both men turned to face each other, though Bishop was simply faster and beat him to the punch.



This time, beating one to the punch was not so literal as when he had clobbered the masses before this poor soul. Delivering a swift kick to the man's gut, Bishop lashed about face yet again, only to latch his right arm around the mans head, violently dropping to the ground in order to effectively slam and stun the b*****d. Not even twitching, the man went out cold. Someone probably should check for a pulse, but Bishop would be on the move again already. Hopping up onto the bar, His hand met his mouth and released a high pitch whistle before things could return to full volume and chaos after Saint's unleashed force. Once he had most of the patrons attention, he would proceed to shout out to them, Warning them of what was to come if the lot of them didn't leave now. The day had been long, and needless to say he was ready to get past it. Those downstairs would retain a free pass this time, though Bishop would also ultimately miss the end of the match.

"I suggest ya'll niggas' start runnin' befo' I get the bustin' up in her'!"

Many scurried out like discovered roaches, though the ones with real balls would remain, and the scene would more than likely still continue. After all, it was human nature to be violent. He wouldn't shoot anyone so long as he didn't need to, though he was definitely about to bust some heads for real.

[YummyBiscuits]

Cyberweasel89

ImNoHero

✝Andrew Alistair Clark✝

His plan of non-involvement quickly unraveled when a man came bursting from the crowd, the leg of a broken barstool held in his fat hand like a club. With his head inclined to take in the action, Drew quickly surmised that this guy wanted a piece of the Brittish Meta-Human. As the man charged, Drew snagged the crucifix hanging from his earlobe, and held it oblong in his palm. A muttered phrase, " Blow, Leo. " and suddenly the mans hands were covered in light.

Drew stepped forwards his hands still enshrouded in the glowing energy. His right foot planted, bringing his upper body low. Pushing off lightly from his left foot, it would leave Drew to throw his weight behind a devastating left hook. Just as his glowing fist was about to connect with the dolt's head, it dispersed, revealing a band of riveted steel, on top of a leather glove, over Drew's knuckles. The traditional weapon of Greek wrestlers, the Cestus, slammed into the club-wielding man with a dull thud. He dropped with a gurgle from deep in his throat.

Drew turned in an about face, looking over the poor Minotaur girl. " Stay. " was his command. Another brawler, seeing Drew with his back turned, pounced on target. Drew felt an arm clamp around his neck in a solid choke hold, before he was roughly pulled back, and the arm found purchase across his windpipe. A deep choke man, but poorly executed. Drew let a gurgle escape his throat, and inwardly cursed as he struggled for a moment to bend forwards. He elbowed behind him, the sharp edge of his bone finding purchase under the man's rib. With chargin, Drew felt the hold loosen, and turned to face his attacker. Breath reeking of alcohol tinted the meta-human's lungs for a moment, before a a knee knocked into the brawler's gut, and a swift punch to the chest brought the dude to his knees, clutching his bruised stomach. Drew didnt waste a second, and his sneaker'd foot took a few teeth from the attacker's mouth.

It was only a few steps, before Drew stepped up beside the Bar's patron, Bishop, arms raised in a south-paw boxing style. " Heh, I'm likin' this place mor'n mor' each minute, bro. "

[Aizen Teresaga]

Alabaster Phoenix

Epic Myth

·!¦[· xᴏᴋ-4: яᴀᴠᴇɴ; ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: ズ.ﾑ.刀.乙.ﾑ.ズ.ﾉ. ·]¦!·

Protect the past, heal my painful wounds
And live on without erasing tomorrow...

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She sure felt light.

Raven, who had tasted the air at heights most man could not achieve and truly appreciate, felt remarkably weightless. The world was a garbled mess, and she found it was difficult to properly enunciate anything. She didn't even know where she was, her eyes refusing to open. Pain throbbed along half her face, from temple to mandible. She could smell the metallic tang of blood, the sterile scent of alcohol, the headiness of herb and smoke. More than anything Raven felt overwhelmed by the voices swarming like an angry hive.

The world, muddled with inky black unconsciousness, seemed to grey only in slight. Like swimming in some abyss, Raven tried to make sense of what happened. Her absolute truths like a mantra to her

My name is Raveena.
I am in a bar.
There is a fight.
Joe drank too much.
Glass bottles hurt.
People are rude.
I lost a bet.
Women are crazy.
Bishop is angry.
Corvinus will be angry.
Gable is talking to you.

Cringing, Raven was floating on the precipice of consciousness, vaguely away of the voice that addressed her. She had a better control over the mental dam that kept the voices at bay, the dull roar turning into gentle, sweeping whispers. The area around her eye had swollen beautifully, and blinking stung worse than any critical blow. Dark bruising made her usually pale complexion appear sallow. Raven didn't bother to speak right away, choosing instead to huff and murmur. She felt sick to her stomach from taking an unexpected blow to the stomach. Her head was pounding from being beaten by a bottle.

She belatedly realized that her "floating" and the cause of her feeling so nauseous was because she was slumped over Gable's shoulder. Somewhere Bishop was yelling. Scuffling and grunts. Raven inhaled, shuddering as she broke through the abyss to the surface, the lid of her right eye fluttering open.

"M...mm...maa'-t-tee...maa'te niizuka..."
With half her face swollen, talking whilst recovering from being winded didn't do well when she reflexively spoke in her native language. It was painful to breathe, her abdomen screaming from the effort. Slowly, surely, she was recovering from her stupor, images swimming into view and sluggishly making sense again.

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No matter how frightening it is
I won't look away if there is love at the end of everything.`

Translation: "That hurt..."

[Darkest Silver]

Of course her best friend ,issed the end of the fight. Jay claiming victory from one of the refs stepping in. But despite her moment in the spotlight she felt like it didn't matter, half the crowd wwre cheering while the rest were looking up the stairs...something wasn't right. Where were her friends? Glaring at the people who ignored her win the brawler stormed out of the pit. Pushing her way through the people on the stairs and leaving Elesana behind. Not meaning to be rude, but Jay needed to know why no one was celebrating...this was her moment.
The moment she was supposed to make Bishop proud, to prove she was every bit as good a fighter as he had hoped she would be.

And he wasn't there...no one was. Even her die hard fan had abandoned the sidelines to look into the bar fight upstairs.

So there she stood, her mud covered face twisted in anger as she let her eyes scan the chaos before her. She would knock out every one of the drunken fools until she found Bishop. Hell she had been in worse. A night at the rave with biker dwarves and psycho cyber punks had her well trained for this.
Shoving through the few men trying to keep the people downstairs safe, they let her through. She was a mud covered, bikiniclad babe with a bloody nose and a aura of rage.

Jay was pissed!

Growling and cussing under her breath she made her way over to a group of men playing p***y rough and tumble.
A sadistic smirk formed as the mud covered, bikini clad brawler cracked her knuckles, swiftly jumping into the small group of alcohol fueled men and bringing down a devistating sucker punch on to the back of one of their heads. Jay was still pumped full of adrenilin from the fight, and warmed up to boot. Making her blows qll the more lethwl, amped up and angry. Ultimate PMS mode would be an accurate way to describe her...and the poor people around her were about to find out just how bad that was.

Spinning on her left foot while her right rose and kicked out at next man who came her way, sending him flying back against the wall before slumping to the ground to join his friend. The other two decided to back off, effectively ending their little rumble so that the brutal babe could move on.
A few people jumoed out of her way, and she quickly made her way to the busted up pool table, staring at the bartender who lay on it.

"The ********?"

She muttered before grabbing one of the few unbroken pool cues left, it was no crowbar, but it would make do. A burly looking man stumbled her way, grinning like an idiot. Obviously thinking the small barely clothed woman was easy prey...but all Jay was seeing was the smile of Bishop. That cheshire grin...and her body moved of its own accord, crying out like a caged beast she swung the cue with both hands, the but end making a sickening crack as it split and broke over the side of his head. Splinters rained down over him as he crashed to the floor.

"********! ******** broke my stick! b*****d!"

Screaming at the unconcious man as she threw the ruined cue down next to him.

Oh gods help her friends when she found them...