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[Farvardin Wyman | Table 4 | Backing up Alec]

Farvardin smiled brightly. "Glad you're okay Alec. I hate seeing my friends hurt." She said with a nod, "Don't worry. I'll be right here for ya! Let's go kick some a**!" She noted his goggled with a small tilt of her head. It was a good idea to protect one's eyes but still she left hers on top of her head.

Following after him she glared at the thug he 'threatened'. Seeing him get food thrown at him made her all but growl. She then stepped forward with a fist cocked. While the thug was distracted with Alec she punched the thug. It was a direct hit to the face, knocking the thug to the ground. "That's right. Go cry to your momma!" She hollered as the thug ran off.

"Good job Alec. Nest time try just punching them after tapping them." She said with a nod.

[Shun Kuroda - Table 3 - Attacking again]

Hearing a familiar voice, he turned just in time to see Preacher running at him. With a grunt, he helped him boost off, then turned towards his previous target.

At first, Shun cursed lowly as he hadn't quite hit his mark. Or so he thought. Rather than sinking the blade between the thug's eyes, he ended up cutting off a crop of his hair. This apparently was enough to stop the guy from causing any more trouble. Sure. Whatever. He had other things to deal with right now.

Out of the corner of his eyes he could see a few others throwing food around. This was soon followed up by Danny calling out to him.

"Will you cut that s**t out already? You're wasting the rest of the bloody food. If you aren't going to help, then ******** off," he said lowly in turn. The fact that all of this was being wasted with little care or hesitation was probably pissing him off the most of this whole situation. How many nights had he gone without eating a single thing the entire day? To do this was practically sacrilege in his eyes. Shaking his head, he moved onto one of the other thugs that was continuing to rampage. He swiftly made his way up to the hooligan before driving his knee into their gut. His strike was true, but this one was a fairly hardy individual. With a grin, the bandit swung two great fists.

Shun managed to block and dodge them respectively, but he failed to see a third strike incoming. He took a kick to the side of his knee, causing himself to buckle down. As he went down, he looked up just in time to see the thug's foot flying at his face. He didn't have time to defend himself as the kick connected to his head, knocking him over.

[ Sebastian Schneider | Table 1 | Getting the Girl ]

Bas was just laying there lamenting about how stupid he had been made to look when the gods seemed to take some twisted sense of pity on him by tossing a girl at him, literally. He literally just had a girl fly through the air and land on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him so that Bas was wheezing through the realization he had an actual person thrown to him.

Well, at least the girl wasn't broken, though Bas wasn't so sure his back was in the same pristine condition. "Uhh... you're welcome," he reached up, awkwardly patting Cecilia on the head, much like one would pet a stray cat. Really, he had no idea what to do with her.

"So... what brings you to this neck of the woods?" Well, that was lame, but he was hoping someone would actually keep him company here on the ground... since he was refusing to sit himself up or otherwise put effort into anything else now.

[Alec Scott | Table 4 | Taking pointers and feel rather sticky...gross!]

Was she really suggesting he actually go throw himself violently at some one and actually hit them? He was certainly glad he'd covered his face as the re-issuing of food on himself really wasn't his idea of fun. He'd much rather have eaten the food, or seen it gone to those in need than have it covering him. Groaning he reached up wiping his face off yet again. There she went again, scaring off his would be aggressor fearless and laying down the law. He had to admire the other goggling wearing enthusiast. She made the job of being heroic look rather easy..or at least gave him enough of a fake sense of confidence that he didn't feel so bad about having lost both times.

God he was covered in food. He had bits of rice sticking to him, and sauce all over his clothing.

"A..alright! I guess that wouldn't be such a bad idea?" He held his head up trying to look confident as she gave him advice. Having taken still more food casualties to the face he defiantly was hesitant to try his luck. Not one to pick a fight, he was still fairly chagrined. He'd be there just as she had been for him if she tried to attack but he highly doubted she'd need the help as she'd handled herself well in the fray.

Alec defiantly was good with throwing himself in the line of fire for one day. Only on his friend's behalf would he risk further insult to injury.

[Alec Scott | Table 4 | Oh thank the gods!]

Okay so his friend wasn't a complete lunatic and actually could think outside the heat of the moment. In that instance Farvardin had earned his trust, she knew when enough was enough. Taking the nap kin he whipped his goggles off first, then face un-amused thanking her with a bit of a gruff thanks. While he wouldn't have begrudged her flying off at another idiot trouble maker -- he wasn't going to complain and stayed put.

"Yea..if they come our way we'll deal with them." More like he'd shoo at them, trying to warn the poor fools before they got their skulls bashed in by the girl. Alec was pretty convinced she was really good at that given everything he'd witnessed. For now the pair would stay put and defend the honor of Table 4....or what was left of it not covered in various food and plate bits.

[[Preacher || Table 1 || ugh getting saved gross}}
[ignore the roll, I forgot I wasn't making her fight this round lol]

No teeth broken, good. The cut on her cheek still bled and it felt like she'd bitten through part of her lip. Preacher wiggled her nose as the thug approached. Not broken. All in all, not bad shape; she'd certainly taken many worse beatings before. Taken... there was the crux of her problem. For all of Preacher's speed, she had been used to talking a beating, never fighting back. Fighting back against Tinker just wasn't allowed in the gang. She put her hands up, curling them into fists when.... Axel appeared.

The blonde man rounded on her and Preacher steeled herself, expecting him to take a swing at her. But it never came. Instead, he scolded her. And punched the advancing thug square in the face. W-what. Preacher felt her mouth drop open briefly and snapped it shut. s**t, now she owed him one. Her eyes narrowed. Helpful or not, he sure knew how to push her buttons.

"I d-don't need ya help, ya ********! I ken take care of myself! I'm not as weak as you think I am." To punctuate her sentence, she punched him in the arm. Not hard, but just enough to remind her of their feud. Preacher turned her back on the man and whispered softly, so soft as almost to have been a sigh or a summer breeze: "Thanks, idiot." Her eyes scanned the crowd for her next target. There was no way she could leave now.

"Coward!" Jarrell was feeling pretty confident when the thug he shoved went running for cover. Internally he patted himself on the back and reassured himself that he was above this common scum. Unfortunately the target hid behind someone much bigger and the young man wasn't an idiot. His sense of self preservation was high so instead of pursuing he looked for someone else equally small, or at least his size.

All he found was a girl throwing food.

"What are you doing?!" He stormed past the others to grab her wrist, not knowing her from a thug besides the fact that she seemed to be having a ton of fun and knew those around them. "Stop wasting the food!" He hissed.

((Preacher || Table 1 || FIGHT))

"I'm not a ********' babysitter!" Preacher yelled at Axel's retreating back. One day, they would have a match. Him and her. Maybe when she grew a little taller. Dann b*****d was tall and bigger than her and while Preacher was quick, it was plain to see that he would have the advantage in a fight. It was infuriating. She mollified herself by punching a nearby guest as they attempted to fling potatoes at a child. "Don't waste food, arse." He went down with a meaty grunt and she smiled with a grim sort of glee.

Really, though, Preacher supposed someone needed to shut Danny down. It seemed the wild girl had no idea of how dangerous it could be. She swiped at the blood on her cheek with one hand and darted over to the careful Danny. Reaching her and, by proxy, Shun and Bas, Preacher grabbed one arm. "Hey! Shut it down, Danny! S'dangerous, you git!" Her golden eyes flashed. While she (sort of) understood the need to have fun, there was a time and there was a place. The gang who had arivved was an altogwether unsavory sort, though they had limited themselves to wanton destruction. Preacher would not be surprised if things escalated further.

Suddenly, a movement from behind Danny caught her eye. Two thugs stride forward, hands outstretched to grab Danny. With a curse, Preacher spun around Danny and felled the first with a brutal kick to the groin. As he went down, she whirled, ducking under the second thug's heavy punch. With a precise movement, she punched out and upward, clipping him in the throat. With a strangled scream, he too fell to his knees. His breathing rasped out in heavy gasps. A visceral delight came over Preacher and she drew back her leg, kicking him viciously in the stomach. Two down.