Time for a little fun..

[Orion]

OOC: Open, but Delilah posts first. Anyone else who wants to join in a bar brawl/rampage... feel free! THIS IS WAR!

IC: "YOU LITTLE PUNK, DIE!"

A man swung at a boy who was sitting at the bar, a long object wrapped up in cloth beside him. The boy spun in his seat, narrowly avoiding the man's punch, before striking him in the solar plexus. The man let out a gasp of air, before starting to double over. The glowing kid's right hand shot out again, striking him in the throat, making him start to choke. Gripping both sides of the the stool, the boy brought both his legs up to slam into the man's face, sending him flying backward into a nearby table, falling onto it and scattering the drinks there. Orion brought his legs down and swung back to enjoy his drink, as he heard several chairs being pushed back. Finishing the last of his drink, he spun back around to see four men rising from their seats, and another three from where the original man came from.

"Your joking... you really think that seven of you can stand against one of me? I just beat the shit out of the last guy without moving from my seat. Can't a guy just enjoy his drink?"

The response was one of the men lunging at him, only to get a face-full of shoe as Orion brought his foot up and stopped him mid-lunge. Orion went to the ground and decked the guy, breaking his nose and sending him tumbling back. Orion stepped up, grabbing the man, and exhibiting more strength then his size would make one expect, picked him up and threw him at the next approaching guy, sending them all back.

"Damn... why do people always make me destroy my favorite drinking places?"

That he had called the first man's mom a two-dollar diseased whore just to start all of this was completely forgotten.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah and her crew of seven had been out enjoying a night on the town, a little 'shore leave' if you will, before the brawl took place. The Crows' Nest of course had a decently enough equipped bar for those who wanted a drink, but rations were tight and they couldn't have half their military force stumbling around drunk and getting into fights now could they? A little time away from the intense training she put her little team through might do them some good. She had hoped they would bond on a more personal level and gain each other's trust. Perhaps just as importantly, she wanted them to see that she wasn't just their leader, but someone they could have a drink with.

So, as it had been recommended to Delilah by Talon (a frequenter of this particular location), she had decided a little time away from the base would do the team some good. It could get quite stale in there after a time, and she could tell at least a few of her crew were getting antsy. Better to let them run wild now and blow off steam then have them lash out in frustration later.

They sat at a table near the corner, laughing and talking loudly. Delilah's back would be to the wall, so she could observe the entirety of the room in a glance if need to. She had a glass of whiskey in front of her (that had been, she noted, obviously watered down. A shame: it took a lot to get her drunk). Talon sat just off to her right, laughing with Birch and Nick about some joke they had heard earlier. Nick and Sergei were on her right, having a heated discussion about something going on in the bar behind them, though Delilah wasn't really listening. In front of her though, Cain and Heather were deep in conversation that no one else but Delilah seemed to be noticing. She'd been around long enough to recognize the quick glances, the shy smiles and the light touches that accompanied their rapport. She raised an eyebrow at Cain as he happened to glance her way. Scowling, he quickly turned back to Heather, as if determined to converse with her.

Delilah would say nothing and only take a slow sip of her drink. She was going to have to keep an eye on them.

"...what do you think, Delilah?"

She looked up sharply at the sound of her name, setting down her glass as she looked over at Nigel. After their fight a couple weeks earlier, he had begrudgingly started respecting her authority more and more, although she would often catch him glowering at her from the corner of her eyes. "Beg pardon?"

"What's wrong, m'lady?" Birch chimed with his lilting voice, smirking across the table at her. "The drink getting to you already? I always had you pegged for a light-weight."

She barked a laugh and lightly tapped the rim of the glass. "Riiiight. Like this swill could get me drunk." she drained the rest of her glass and proof and set it down hard, smacking her lips. "This stuff couldn't get a fly drunk," She looked back at Sergei and Nigel. "You wanted my opinion?"

Nigel opened his mouth to start talking, but Sergei (whose cheeks were already starting to gain the tell tale hue of drinker's flush) got to it first. "We were overhearink conversation at the bar and I say to Nigel that there will be a fight, 'nooooo' he says, 'he is just a kid' he says, 'barkeep will have him thrown out just you wait'." he threw up his hands as if to say "oy vey, this guy".

"I think that's the most he's spoken ever," Talon quipped to Nick and they both lapsed into drunken giggles.

Nigel, who seemed to be holding his liquor quite well, turned his black-brown eyes to the pair of them and they promptly shut up. He looked back at Delilah, "I haven't been listening very long, but it still seems unlikely. The kid is just a loudmouth."

"I am tellink you that this is always how it starts. In these times, you don't bark louder than your bite, espeshully if you are young man."

As they continued their heated debate (with everyone else at the table watching with great amusement as Sergei, who was normally very level-headed, became more and more agitated with the more vodka he drank), Delilah peered over Nigel's broad shoulder at the bar noticing the young man with blue hair talking to a man who was clearly becoming aggressive. The body language, the passing stares of the other patrons, the growing discontent from the other guys' buddies...in her experience, this meant a fight was imminent.

"I think you're right, Sergei," she said in a calm voice, interrupting the now Russian filled tirade spewing from his mouth. Her eyes was still on the escalating scene at the bar. "The kid is lippy," she said with a small bit of admiration. She could definitely relate to that.

"HA!" cried Sergei, at last vindicated, his grin of triumph warping the horrible scars that covered one side of his face.He looked round at Nigel. "You see, lad, this is what happens when you are beink aware of your surroundings ALL OF THE TIMES."

"I am being aware," the big black man growled, although Delilah could tell he was amused. "If you recall, I was the one who noticed that in the first place."

"Good Lord, can't we go one damn hour without talking about something work related?!" Nick cried, leaning back in his chair as the skin-head stared around at all of them. "I mean seriously."

Delilah smiled as he mentioned this and everyone leaned back as they recognized it. This was the Cheshire cat smile, the smile that had no humour whatsoever and meant that they had stumbled upon something she had unconsciously set in their minds for them to discover. "Tell me, then. Knowing what you do now, could you just switch it off? Your awareness, I mean, now that you have it."

An uncomfortable silence followed and Delilah took that as her answer. "Eventually, you'll get to the place where you don't even have to think about it: it's just something you know inherently. A couple of you already have that." she meant Sergei and Cain, but she refrained from indicating who she meant.

Just then...

"YOU LITTLE PUNK, DIE!"

Delilah and her team turned at that instant, just in time to see the young man start to beat up on the older bar patron, hitting him first with a gut shot then in the throat. She grinned chuckling to herself, leaning back in her chair with a relaxed expression.

"Scrappy little bugger, isn't he?"

"Reminds me of someone else we know." Cain said with a sarcastic eyebrow raise. Everyone else at the table laughed, remembering Delilah's fight with Stu. She waved a flippant hand at them.

"Yes, yes, hilarious that you all know about it when only three of you actually saw what happened. And one of you is a liar," she looked pointedly at Birch.

"Hey, in my version, your boobs looked awesome."

"Awww, I wish I could have seen the fight!" Heather pouted. She looked over her shoulder at the fight now involving four more people that were easily being dispatched by the young man. She suddenly lit up with what she obviously considered was a bright idea, "YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GO FIGHT THAT GUY."

"No."

"WHY NOT, it would be awesome!"

"Agreed."

"Fuck yeah."

"Quite so~."

Nigel just grunted his response, as if he didn't care either way.

"Look guys, it's not how I operate. I don't get into fights at the drop of a hat." Anymore, "It's called self-control. You might wanna try it sometime."

"Oh, I see how it is. You're scared, aren'tcha?"

The table went quiet again as Delilah looked at Cain who returned her stare defiantly. "What was that?"

"What else would you call someone who won't go up against a fucking TEENAGER?" he said with a challenging smirk. "It's okay to admit you're scared, you know. Maybe your AWARENESS is telling you he's too strong for you?"

Whether or not it was the alcohol in her system or Cain's well placed taunts that emboldened her, Delilah's competitive side was brought out in full force. She got to her feet with a scrape of her chair and sauntered over to the boy at the bar.

"Two weeks worth of cleaning chores says she kills him."

"You are so on."

*_*_*_*_*

As she walked across the bar to the young blue haired man who caused this mess, she started interfering with the people trying to get to him first. Two men who had gotten up from their chairs near where she had been sitting would suddenly meet a strong against the back of their knees, bending them backwards slightly as they fell to their knees. Before they could complete their descent, however, she slapped her palms flat on their faces and shoved them back as she strode on, knocking their heads against the wooden for with a meaty clunk before reaching out and pulling two tables on top of them.

One more man rose up, holding a busted beer bottle in his hand as he started for the kid at the bar. Her strong fingers found purchase in the man's bare scalp, lifting up the taut skin like paper. He started to scream in pain and Delilah moved her unused arm to his left as he raised his hands to pry her hand free. With a simple turn of the man's wrist and a subtle twist of her hips, she threw him back towards the two other people she had previously encountered. His collision with the tables ended in a crash, sending splinters of wood and glass sailing through the air. She just kept on walking.

The fourth man was nearly at the bar, getting ready to attack. Delilah simply punched this man in the back of the head, and he crumpled at the feet of the chair the boy was sitting in.

Now revealed to the boy, he would be able to see the tallish, toned woman with so many scars lacing her arms that it would take hours to count, a smirk adorning her face and a hint of mischief glinting in her bright blue eyes. At her belt hung two knives, a third one placed discreetly in her pocket. She wore a pair of loose cargo pants tucked into worn out combat boots and a black tank top that looked as though it had been repaired multiple times. Her hair was jet black and put up in a clip behind her head.

She looked the young man up and down as she continued to walk forward. He was young, way too young to be in a bar, although with no police, she doubted if that really mattered. The cross on his neck was curious, as was his attire. But what really struck her was the jovial anger that seemed to radiate from him...it almost made him glow.

Delilah stopped a couple feet away from him. If there was anyone else that wanted to get up to get in her way at this point, the four injured men she had left in her wake should suffice to deter that.

"Maybe you should pick on someone your own size," she said in a low, gritty voice, still smirking. She was referring to his skill level, not his height or age. A split second later, she lashed a kick out at his chair, aiming to kick it out from under him or to simply get him to come down.

[Orion]

"Maybe you should pick on someone your own size"

Fighting

Allo, what's this? Another interference in Orion's fun? The girl was strong, he would give her that. She had dealt with four of his attackers and scared away the rest. That's no fun... But still. This was somebody strong. One of the bigger players in the world here? Orion had figured he knew most of them... The girl was drinking with a bunch of others earlier. He didn't recognize them either... And she kicked at his chair. He nimbly dodged off of it and landed lightly next to the long object wrapped in cloth he had brought in with him.

"Somebody new? About time. To be honest, beating the crap out of two-bit thugs was getting a bit boring. Though... perhaps fighting you wouldn't be my best choice.... But it seems I have little choice at this point."

Orion shrugged, before turning and grabbed the object wrapped heavily in cloth. Gripping it easily he turned back to face his new opponent, his weapon held in Western European Quarterstaff style, divided into thirds by his hands.

"Whatever. Loser pays for the bar damages? And a round of drinks? So long as it remains one-on-one, mind. Ah, but before I forget..."

Orion tipped his head at her in salute.

"Orion. Orion Smith, diplomat of the Free Experiments of the Olympian Apartments. And you? You seem too strong to be just some random person on the street."

The rest of the crowd was backed away from this. In the background, bets were being taken. The bartender had slipped away, most likely to not get hit. There were cheers and jeers from the crowd as a space formed around the two fighters.

OOC: Weapon is out, but is wrapped in a lot of cloth to blunt it. No need for Orion to swing a sharp object at you.

[Delilah A. Black]

The chair crashed to the ground and the young man side nimbly leaped out of harms way. Good. He was light on his feet.

"Somebody new? About time. To be honest, beating the crap out of two-bit thugs was getting a bit boring. Though... perhaps fighting you wouldn't be my best choice.... But it seems I have little choice at this point."

She had to agree with that one. Start what you finish, amirite? She watched as he picked up the cloth object he brought with him and held it...like a bo.

WELLWELL! If this young man knew how to use a staff, than he had definitely impressed the mechanic from the get go. She drew her tanto in response, but kept it in it it's wooden sheath. It would be harmless unless it was drawn. She stood with it at her side in a relaxed posture.

"Whatever. Loser pays for the bar damages? And a round of drinks? So long as it remains one-on-one, mind. Ah, but before I forget..."


"Orion. Orion Smith, diplomat of the Free Experiments of the Olympian Apartments. And you? You seem too strong to be just some random person on the street."


Delilah would nod politely back. "Delilah Black. And as far as tonight goes, I'm just your run of the mill bar thug." Her eyes flicked from left to right, observing the on lookers. There were a few. She wasn't used to having an audience. Behind her, her team was watching with child-like attentiveness.

"Shall we?" She readied herself, hands up in a defensive posture, standing on the balls of her feet. Her sheathed knife was tucked against her leading arm, her back arm held close in a close guard to her neck.

[Orion]

"Delilah Black. And as far as tonight goes, I'm just your run of the mill bar thug."
"Delilah huh? Eh... I'll track you down afterwards."
"Shall we?"

Orion grimly smiled. He would have to be serious from the start, or there was no way that it would end well. He tightened his grip, the cloth moving to outline what his weapon actually was, though it was still wrapped up.

"Lets."

She was fast, faster then Orion might be. But with Orion going all out from the start... he was stronger. He would take advantage of that. Twirling his weapon, he brought it to his side, switching his hold to a hand at 1/4 and 1/2 points on his weapon, and brought the blunted axe around to sweep at Delilah.

[Delilah A. Black]

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((ooc: SORRY I forgot to add my items on top of my stats. They are as follows. Click here --->LINK<---for item info.

Str: 35 + 2 (CF Badge) + 1 (Widow Maker)
Dex: 45 + 2 (CF Badge) + 2 (Oni no Tsume)
Con: 40 + 4 (CF Badge) + 3 (Black Tool Kit Belt)
Int: 44 + 4 (CF Badge) + 3 (Black tool kit Belt)
Wis: 21 + 2 (CF Badge) + 1 (Pocket knife)
Cha: 20 + 4 (CF badge)

Final stats:

Str: 38
Dex: 49
Con: 47
Int: 51
Wis: 24
Cha: 24 ))

Depending on where the halberd was swinging would indicate Delilah's mode of action.

If the attack came high (upper chest/neck area), Delilah would quickly drop, ducking under the swing, and roll forward towards him, coming up just at his knee height. With her knife hand, she would attempt to stab the sheathed tip of her tanto into the back of his left knee to bend the leg and take the weight off it, slide the leg over her shoulder and rapidly stand. If this were successful, the action would push his centre of gravity above his spine and cause him to fall back to the ground, whereupon Delilah would try to disarm him of his quarter staff.

If he aimed for her midsection (Torso area down to mid-thigh), she would simply lean her body back, the cloth of what was obviously a spear of some kind passing scant inches before her midriff. She would drop her knife hand down, passing it in front of her and continuing to push the spear - and keep it- away from her as she moved in. Her free hand would go to grab the steering hand (the bottom hand) on the staff to lock it in place, and her back leg would come in for a sweep to knock his legs out from under him in an effort to take him to the ground. If this were successful, her hand would pull up hard on his spear, trying to yank it out of his grasp.

If he had aimed for her legs (anything just above or lower than the knees), Delilah would lift her legs up into what would look like a butterfly stretch in mid air. This would look like a jump, but the intent behind it was simply to get her legs out of the way of the cut. Her legs would come down just as quickly as she brought them up, and the second they did so, her right leg would come up for a snap kick aimed at his arms to jar or even disarm him if it had worked perfectly. If the kick landed, she would pull her leg back to her chest and throw a shove kick to his midsection, pushing her hips forward as she did so to add extra momentum to a kick that was used to break down doors.

[Orion]

It was a mid-sweep, so the blow barely missed. Orion's face set into an impassive mask. No holding back... except for the blunting of his weapon obviously. She would push his spear away and step up to grab his hand... but it was telegraphed. Orion blinked; when was he able to read opponents at this caliber? Whatever, he didn't need her to get a grip on his hand. He would step back, now in-between two stools, bringing his weapon back quickly. Now then...

With his weapon close to his body now, he would stab at his opponent, aiming for the center of mass. He would need the extra speed gained from the stabbing motion to hopefully hit her. She was fast... and almost as strong as he was. This wasn't going to end well for Orion unless he tried his utmost from the start.

On the bright side, he wasn't bored.

[Delilah A. Black]

Ah, and he snatched his hand and the staff just out of her reach as he retreated a few steps to reset and ready himself for a second attack. Instead of going for a sweep at his legs, as she had intended, Delilah instead had to move quickly out of the way of the jab to her stomach with his spear thing.

Well, Orion didn't like to dilly-dally, that was for sure. He was taking things very seriously, which was something she appreciated. He thrust his spear out for a stab and she pivoted her hips to the side, turning her body sideways and avoiding the spear, although not by much. But then, that was the idea. Delilah firmly believed in not moving much if you didn't have to. As she moved to the side, she had her opening and quickly darted in for what would be a slash to Orion's throat if her knife if it hadn't still been sheathed.

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

In the middle of Orion and Delilah's fight two men would walk into the bar with four men behind them.

"Well well, what do we have here?"

The first man said with a smile tossing a rock up into the air and catching it as it came back down, repeating the motion continuously.

"Looks like two of the people the boss would like to get his hands on."

The second responded, without any emotion in his voice.

The four men behind them laughing, now that they had entered the bar it was clear that they were Barker soldiers. The first man spoke again.

"So, we are going to need to take y'all in, are you going to make us do this the easy way or the hard way."

He said while still tossing the rock up and down. The second man cracked his neck but otherwise showed no emotion.

[Marcus Prasad]

{OOC} FEET FIRST! =D {OOC}

"Croaker to Fenris."

"Go ahead."

"Our targets just popped up again! Now moving into what......stand by......... Boss, they just walked into a bar. Dunno who's scent they caught. Coordinates are as follows......."

"Aknowledged. Fox, Thistle, Joe, regroup with Croaker and hold."

"Sir."

"Damnit.....Fine."

"Roger Fenris."

"Croaker?"

"Six total. Two big boys with a pack of four thugs."

"White haired?"

"No. No freaks."

"Gives us an advantage."

"Like I fekking care. Let's jump em already!"

"It just me, or did that look like First Black in the window there?"

"First Black? Delilah Black? The Feck she doing here? This is our turf!"

"Easy Joe. Fox?"

"Confirmed for First Black. You're orders?"

"Unchanged. Honeystick manouver."

"Confirmed."

"Heh, love that one."

"Just leave us some eh Fenris?"

"Hope you know what you're doing boss."

Marcus smiled a toothy smile as he detached from the darkness and began to run. They had been hunting this particularly troublesome pack for the past few hours ever since Silent had picked them up. Now they were about to send a message to Barker.

You are NOT welcomed here.

Cutting a direct line to the coordinates Croaker had given him, Marcus Reached the block the bar sat on in record time, he knew where his boys and girls were. It took awhile but they learned quickly. The Honeystick Manouver was a deceptively simple plan. Marcus would jump in, feet first and shake the place up like a bear to a Bee hive. Whatever came out would get scooped up by his team waiting in the dark places that surrounded the Bar.

'A Chance for another dance Delilah? I couldn't have picked a better occasion.'

[Orion]

Orion knocked over a nearby stool (hey cool, they're not bolted to the ground!) as he quickly side-stepped, bringing his axe near him, holding it parallel to his body. He was planning his next move...

When the doors opened. And four of Barker's cronies stepped in, along with two bigger guys, definitely stronger (STATIC SHOCK HELL YEAH!). After some tough guy showing off, the first one spoke again.

"So, we are going to need to take y'all in, are you going to make us do this the easy way or the hard way."

Orion frowned, before gripping the cloth of his weapon and slowly unwrapping it, revealing the weapon inside. Letting the cloth fall, he adjusted his grip on the weapon, casually leaning it across his neck.

"Well now... Barker's lapdogs. And so few of you. Well, you interrupted our fun little fight here... so..."

Orion brought his weapon and gripped it, pointing the spear/axe tip at his new opponents. His eyes went from golden to pure dull blood red, his aura broadcasting irritation to those in the room.

"Your gonna have to die now."

And with that, he rushed forward, performing a sweep at the two closest, the ones who had talked. The ones who looked stronger and actually worth the time.

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

The first man would grin at Orion's charge and as the rock came back to his hand he surrounded it in flames and threw it on the ground in between him and the charging a Orion creating a decent wall of smoldering flame, and would start speaking with the thought that Orion would stop his charge to go around the flames.

"Well well seems like we'll have some fun but first our names! The name's Flame, and my silent and serious companion here is... Well don't really know he has never told us but we call him Shadow, sounds ominous right?!"

Flame would laugh and get into a fighting stance ready to take on Orion.

"Now, lets dance!"

As he did this Shadow would turn to Delilah and just stare at her wondering if he too was going to fight of his charge would come along quietly.

Flames stats:
Str: 26
Dex: 32
Con: 29
Int: 19
Wis: 30
Cha: 35

[Delilah A. Black]

Again, Orion managed to avoid her attack by side stepping. None too keen on letting him gain distance again, she would move forward to plunge her sheathed knife down against his collar bone before he could completely reset.

Before she could actually do this, however, she noticed the sudden silence of the cheering crowd. She and Orion would turn as one, seeing what could only be Barker soldiers enter the tavern. She withdrew from him, her eyes narrowing as people hurriedly began leaving, not wanting to get caught in the cross fire.

"Well well, what do we have here?"

"Looks like two of the people the boss would like to get his hands on."

Her eyes moved to the one man with stupid hair, watching him toss a rock repeatedly in his hand and then to the second speaker who stood calmly off to the side. Her stare quickly became aloof, her face losing most of her battle joy as the situation became clear.

Shit. If anyone was caught, this would be on her. Best not to let that happen.

"So, we are going to need to take y'all in, are you going to make us do this the easy way or the hard way."

As Orion unwrapped the cloth around his axe-pole thing, Delilah's eyes flickered over the bar. She couldn't see her team, but she knew that they could sure as hell see her. She raised a hand into the air and fired off five quick hand signals before dropping her hand and slipping her tanto out of the wooden sheath which she placed back on her belt, slipping into a knife fighter's stance. That would be enough for her response.


"Well now... Barker's lapdogs. And so few of you. Well, you interrupted our fun little fight here... so..."

She saw it only a moment before Orion would.

"WAIT!"

Too late. The floor of the bar suddenly erupted into flames as the stupid-haired man dashed his flame covered rock against it, igniting a wall of fire. Delilah stepped away from it with a slight hiss. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man's silent companion step closer to her and she turned back to him, knife at the ready as the man with the fire conjuring laughed.

"Well well seems like we'll have some fun but first our names! The name's Flame, and my silent and serious companion here is... Well don't really know he has never told us but we call him Shadow, sounds ominous right?!"

She leveled a look at Shadow, unmoving from her stance and the creeping flames that were beginning to build. People screamed in fear and were attempting to flee. Damn Qi users. Always a problem and a half.

Her eyes would suddenly move past him and a smile would pull her lips as her team went into action.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Delilah's little squad watched the fight intensely, taking bets among themselves and from bar-goers alike (Cain was already a natural at this and had amassed a small fortune in promises of goods and services). Then Barker soldiers showed up and everything started getting crazy.

From the crowd, they watched their troop leader give her instructions using her hand.

Evacuate civilians, take out remaining hostiles, fight outside.They nodded in understanding and immediately went to work.

Talon and Nigel would start herding people towards the back door with their intimidating builds, pointing out which locations were safe to hide from the wrath of Barker until this was all said and done.

Heather and a very inebriated Sergei would run into the back room as they pulled their weapons, Sergei with a makeshift shiv and Heather loading her wrist braced slingshot with heavy ball bearings. Together, they would move the fridge out from its little nook and shift it forward. Sergei would then grab the propane tank used for cooking and jammed it in the fridge door before slamming it shut. They would quickly make their way backwards to the back door with Heather and Sergei covering Nigel's and Talon's back.

Birch, Cain and Nick had just been about to start on their part of the plan, which included fighting the remaining four Barker soldiers when Birch noticed an odd shadow just outside the bar. He looked straight at it out the window for a moment before breaking into a devious smile. He would point this out to Cain and Nick, who would nod and swagger towards the four men. Cain would bust off the leg of a bar stool and hold it in his hands as he walked. Birch pulled a chain out of his pocket, long and thin but very heavy. He would start swinging one end of this in quick circles as he approached, his manic grin wide. Nick, on the other hand, just held his hands up in a boxer's stance.

"Well gents, if you want to be the First Crow's lover, first you gotta get with her friends," Birch would titter in an effort to draw attention to them.

The men would take great care to not block the door, or the windows. Their purpose was just to keep the Barker soldiers inside until backup arrived.

Which would be aaaaany minute now, by their estimation.

[Marcus Prasad]

"Oi, boss. Games changed."

""We got qi users. One of Barkers bully boys."

"Shit. Looks like they come in all hair colors now I guess."

"Even worse. You guys see what I see?"

"Civies. And it looks like First Blacks boys are coralling them offside, like they spotted us."

"Ah shit....I think they plan on sticking it out inside Fenris. This is getting shifty FAST."

"Alright forget the honeystick. Shock and Awe ladies and gentlemen but play it up. I want a show of force here. WE have the advantage this time."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get stuck in it! Been freezing my butt off just standing around."

"Get into Positions everyone. Alright Fenris, Play us off!"

Marcus paused just ouside the entrace, feeling the shakes that usualy occured right before a good fight. Taking a deep breath He let out a long Piercing Howl before leaning back and putting his foot clean through the door, sending it rocketing straight across the bar until it nearly shattered against the far side wall. He was wearing his usual night gear clothes; Black kangaroo sweater with the hood up, navy cargo pants, black fingerless gloves and a small radio at his hip with a cord running up to his ear, courtesy of Unfettered and the supplies he sent with his crew when they first came north. As he stepped inside, the windows shattered inwards as Fox, Thistle,Croaker and Joe Catapulted inside, rising to thier feet immediatly and fanning out to surround (As best as four people can do) Delilah, Orion and the Barker boys. Fox gave Birch a sly wink. He wouldn't catch her next time.

Crossing his arms infront of his chest, Marcus quite casualy strolled up to the gaggle in the center of the room.
"Well shit guys, do you see what I see? Five little lost lambs seem to blunder into wolf country. What. A. Shame. I tell you what, I'm feeling strangely generous since it's a very nice night out. How bout you guys get down on you're fucking knee's and put you're hands behing you're heads before I get bored and bust all a y'all teeth in for shits and giggles."

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

Shadow turned to the newest intruder and exchanged a glance at Flame who nodded and turned his attention back to Orion.

Shadow would walk away from the Delilah and towards Marcus.

"Looks like I get to play after all."

He would cock his head to the side and walk towards Marcus a little bit. Then turned his head to the Soldiers.

"You all are to stay there don't fight unless one of their lacky's try to interfere, if they don't then neither do you. I want to have some fun and if I run into you, you will not be walking away. Understood?!"

The soldiers nodded and watched the followers of the targets make sure not to have anyone interfere with their boss' orders.