Christopher
Into a deep pink mist that quickly dispersed away from the pair and flooded the room as the group of men began charging at them. The men seemed to grow clumsy and hysteric as they inhaled the glittering mist of blood, punching at the air and falling over furniture- all of them being completely wasted helped too. 

Eliza then smiled at Thyri once again before interlacing her hands into a modest position as she postured her hands in front of her- not a common stance for an incoming battle to say the least. 

"Let's try not to make a mess."
Jefferey
The blacksmith was about to make her response when she was cut off by a shout. Goodness, it certainly seemed like tonight was the night for being interrupted. A rather offended look appeared on her face at the accusation. She was an enchantress, if anything at all!

"Oi!"

She shouted at the man as he made his escape, cursing him. No point in insulting him now that she couldn't say it right to his pudgy face. Then flinched as the rest of the tavern's gaze snapped onto them. Gods, she could never have a quiet night in, could she? No matter, her gaze shot towards the fair lady, not even knowing her name but recognizing the look she was being given. A moment of acceptance and understanding was made with that second of eye contact. Thyri could already feel her fists clenching in preparation. She was lucky to still be wearing her blacksmithing gloves, least she come out of this with bruised knuckles!

The men in the tavern had to be rather young, or much too drunk, to simply accept such an accusation. Her eyes snapped onto the elf's visage, a fiery rage forming. She made sure to note down his features, a plan in her mind to crack that smug grin off his face.

"Ain't no child now. But I get ya."

She couldn't help but scowl at being called a child. She was plenty old enough to be called a fine woman now! Alas, she brought up her muscular arms, the stance she took was nothing professional by any means. She had decent footwork, but her arms would be rather useless at protecting her head in the position they were in. Yet they were certainly ready to dish out just as much pain.

Then, she heard the command, and instinctively obeyed. Her breath held tight as her eyes went wide. Never before in her life did she believe she would be fighting with a vampire of all creatures, let alone one that seemed so powerful. It certainly seemed like life was deciding to spice itself up for once.

"Ain't making nae promises now!"

With the tavern's men seeming to grow confused from whatever

That mist had been, Thyri shot forward. Her powerful legs allowed her to easily slam into two men who were clinging onto one another to stay standing, before slamming her fist into some poor lad's jaw.
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She had no style, grace nor technique. She was using pure strength and power to battle. From what it seemed, she was just a regular old lass that lived within the city. But there was no mistaking a slight coloured sheen to the keys that seemed to hang around her neck, nor how she did her absolute to protect them from being touched.

"Come on then ya bastards!"

She was a rather chaotic force. Foul mouthed, young and strong. Muscles bulging after each strike, and there was no mistaking the slight hint of joy within her eyes. There was a part of her that was enjoying the fighting.
Christopher
Eliza raised her left hand to cover her mouth as she chuckled, the girl was certainly funny- she particularly adored her manner of speech. Eliza's deep scarlet eyes danced across the room as she watched Thyri clobbering the poor fools like they were pins being kicked over. Eliza letting out a soft '*Damn*' under her breath, recoiling her head back as Thyri slammed into the poor guys jaw. 

Eliza nodded in approval after a slow blink before raising both her arms above her head and tilting her head upwards. Eliza took a deep breath, sighing as she exhaled- calming herself before the incoming battle. Eliza then moved her hands down to her side, the flesh of her arms melting away and forming two batons in that sat in her boney hands. Eliza then abruptly raised her hands above her head once more, crossing the two batons before bending her knees and twirling in a manner that resembled a formal dance. 

Two men charged at Eliza, both large and well built with bulging muscles and dense skulls. Eliza twirled between the two, the fabrics of her dress spinning around her as she gracefully glided between the men, knocking them both out with blows to the back of their heads using her bloody batons. Once they fell to the ground Eliza stomped onto one of their backs, the heel of her stiletto piercing him like a blade. She raised her foot, removing her heel from his flesh as his blood slithered through the air from his wound, clinging to Eliza's skeletal arms- latching onto her and reforming her flesh. 

"*Much* Better"

Eliza softly spoke to herself in a sultry tone as she approached two men from behind, slamming her two batons together as they combined into a long staff. Eliza grasped the bloody weapon with both hands as she swung it horizontally, crashing against 3 men's skulls like a row of bells being struck in succession.

Eliza turned her head to check on Thyri as the men fell to the floor unconscious. Watching the wild beauty Thyri unleashed upon the ignorant drunkards with a toothy smile on her face. 

"You're good at that"
Jefferey
As another man went down, she was quick to turn to another. Though the man was quick to close the gap and tackle her around the midriff. She did her best to keep her balance, until she slammed into the wall. With stability regained, she was quick to throw a few strikes at the man's back and sides. He was quite a lanky individual, and such a sight brought an idea to Thyri's mind. She would have grinned if she had the time.

Wrapping her arms around the man's body, she heaved as she lifted him off the ground! The man quickly began to panic from the sudden loss of balance as she began to move to the side, before flinging the man towards a window! The poor lad went right through it, landing rather uncomfortably on quite a bit of broken glass. Poor guy was probably going to wake up with glass in his clothing for days.

Wheeling around on a dime, she had a moment to spare as she watched Eliza's actions. She couldn't deny there was an odd sense of beauty and horror to how the woman fought, dancing through bloody rain as she spun around with her weapon. The skeletal arms were the most unnerving sight in her opinion, a true sign of the undead. She wasn't going to get into complaining, she'd rather be fighting with a vampire than against. A whistle of appreciation escaped her at how efficient her strikes were, able to attack multiple at a time with ease. If only Thyri had brought her maul, then she would be able to do some real damage.

"On yer left!"
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With the moment to spare, she was able to spot one of the tavern's regulars attempting to sneak up on the vampire. Grabbing a mug from a nearby table, Thyri threw it directly at the man, unaware that it was still full. Perhaps it was good, as the sudden liquid striking the individual's face seemed to cause him to pause in shock for a moment, even as the weapon she had intended to use slammed into the wall.

Sadly, her moment of appreciation was interrupted by a few more men stumbling towards her. Thyri spun around once more, picking up an upturned chair and slamming it into the first man, the furniture practically exploding from the force as she moved to deal with the next two.