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The formerly dark masked man began to walk slowly into the interior of the restaurant, his hand casually unlatching the next of the cloth straps that secured his Great Axe. There was a growing tension throughout the establishment, and several patrons, adjusted to the toils of survival, were at high alert.
Meanwhile, the Maestro's tongue streaked across the top of his teeth, his eyes watching as the Lalfell left, watching as the hooded figure strolled across the room, watched the man who had whispered to a figure at the bar. "Two's company, more's a crowd," he said, looking up at Galatius. "You were rude to a woman, Galatius."
The goateed man's eyes narrowed. "Watch your tongue, Maestro. You have no authority here."
"Oh, you're right, of course," he said, nodding, leaning back, hands resting loosely on the table before him. "But I didn't come to do business with you, I came to do business with One-Eye. I can see I'm not important enough for him," he said, heaving a heavy breath. "But, at least I know how to treat a woman." His eyes danced upwards, scanning the two ladies, then went back to Galatius before him. "And, I don't think you've apologized, have you Galatius?"
The armored man didn't respond, his eyes moving towards the Leader. "Grab your dog's leash, Tervanian, and handle him."
This seemed to rouse the Maestro's anger, his eyes suddenly flying open, his teeth locked together so tightly they looked like they might crack one another. "Handle me?" He suddenly shouted, kicking out his own chair beneath him as he flew onto the table in a single, long stride. His hand swept downwards, clasping the knife he'd laid onto its surface just a moment before and lunged forward at Galatius, his hand thrusting forward in a single smooth motion that jammed the lengthy blade just above the collar, above the line of the armor the man bore. It sliced cleanly into his body, red suddenly staining the steel as Galatius fell backwards, body flailing as he collapsed limp on the floor.
Immediately the hoard of guards sprung forward, momentarily shocked by the mindless assassination and now bearing down on Maestro. The maddened man thrust his hands outwards, ballistic knives springing from his wrists from coiled springs, taking one of the guards against the shoulder and another in the stomach, Maestro immediately drawing two large blades from his belt as he leapt at his attackers. In the same moment as the men began to charge, the mammoth Goobbue, all eight feet and seven hundred pounds, suddenly roared to life to the side of his employer, the twin maces in his hand swinging outwards at the crowd of men crushing down upon them.
Tervanian Eldamane, also known as the Leader, took a last, apologetic glance at the woman known as Ryelle before whipping out his sabre, its long, thin blade flashing in the light of the restaurant. His thin frame charged at the nearest of the guards, blades meeting. A sudden chaos broke out as the men who had formerly been charged with protecting Galatius' life now went into an empty rage, some crashing against the trio while others of the hulking Roegadyn turned, fanning into the restaurant. One grabbed at the pair of women, others suddenly went into an attack, hoping to clear the restaurant. Alcohol imbibed patrons, some of whom had been hoping to enjoy a quiet meal and who should have simply left, now flung themselves at the battle, some so inebriated they failed to realize they were making the situation worse as they occasionally came into conflict among themselves.
The formerly black masked man, who had til now been hoping this would end calmly, suddenly found himself charging into the chaos, his hand reaching to the handle of his Great Axe as he plunged into the fight.
Meanwhile, the Maestro's tongue streaked across the top of his teeth, his eyes watching as the Lalfell left, watching as the hooded figure strolled across the room, watched the man who had whispered to a figure at the bar. "Two's company, more's a crowd," he said, looking up at Galatius. "You were rude to a woman, Galatius."
The goateed man's eyes narrowed. "Watch your tongue, Maestro. You have no authority here."
"Oh, you're right, of course," he said, nodding, leaning back, hands resting loosely on the table before him. "But I didn't come to do business with you, I came to do business with One-Eye. I can see I'm not important enough for him," he said, heaving a heavy breath. "But, at least I know how to treat a woman." His eyes danced upwards, scanning the two ladies, then went back to Galatius before him. "And, I don't think you've apologized, have you Galatius?"
The armored man didn't respond, his eyes moving towards the Leader. "Grab your dog's leash, Tervanian, and handle him."
This seemed to rouse the Maestro's anger, his eyes suddenly flying open, his teeth locked together so tightly they looked like they might crack one another. "Handle me?" He suddenly shouted, kicking out his own chair beneath him as he flew onto the table in a single, long stride. His hand swept downwards, clasping the knife he'd laid onto its surface just a moment before and lunged forward at Galatius, his hand thrusting forward in a single smooth motion that jammed the lengthy blade just above the collar, above the line of the armor the man bore. It sliced cleanly into his body, red suddenly staining the steel as Galatius fell backwards, body flailing as he collapsed limp on the floor.
Immediately the hoard of guards sprung forward, momentarily shocked by the mindless assassination and now bearing down on Maestro. The maddened man thrust his hands outwards, ballistic knives springing from his wrists from coiled springs, taking one of the guards against the shoulder and another in the stomach, Maestro immediately drawing two large blades from his belt as he leapt at his attackers. In the same moment as the men began to charge, the mammoth Goobbue, all eight feet and seven hundred pounds, suddenly roared to life to the side of his employer, the twin maces in his hand swinging outwards at the crowd of men crushing down upon them.
Tervanian Eldamane, also known as the Leader, took a last, apologetic glance at the woman known as Ryelle before whipping out his sabre, its long, thin blade flashing in the light of the restaurant. His thin frame charged at the nearest of the guards, blades meeting. A sudden chaos broke out as the men who had formerly been charged with protecting Galatius' life now went into an empty rage, some crashing against the trio while others of the hulking Roegadyn turned, fanning into the restaurant. One grabbed at the pair of women, others suddenly went into an attack, hoping to clear the restaurant. Alcohol imbibed patrons, some of whom had been hoping to enjoy a quiet meal and who should have simply left, now flung themselves at the battle, some so inebriated they failed to realize they were making the situation worse as they occasionally came into conflict among themselves.
The formerly black masked man, who had til now been hoping this would end calmly, suddenly found himself charging into the chaos, his hand reaching to the handle of his Great Axe as he plunged into the fight.
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