Rebecca
*Its a rather usual day, a cool, calm breeze in the air, and its just the **Right** Amount of decency for something to go wrong. Or so the Brayer, Moocifer thought. He had been to Hu Lang's cafe once, and something was **Wrong** Of course. And like any anger-issue dealing moo-er of the combat persuasion, he decided to get revenge, and beat up the owner for what was just a simple mistake.*

*Moocifer stood, clad in his full body Mail & Plate, brandishing a Dane Axe, and walking about. Following him are two Steppe Elf Archers with a Yumi, a Quiver 100 Arrows, a Leather coif, Boiled LEather armor, and a Rondel dagger apiece.*

*Right behind the two Steppes, are two Earth Macens, clad in Sleeved Gambeson w/Pauldrons, leather coifs, 2 Francesa Throwing axes at their sides, along with a sword belt for a Zweihander each.*

*It's important ot note the mail and plate is stamped with 'Property of the Salvainian Army', which means the Brayer must've stolen it. The group of five, are currently looking for their intended target, while Moocifer is mooing angrily, and stamping his feet occasionally. He's getting impatient.*
Gladys
*The oriate would just have finished her day at her restaurant, trusting the few employees to take care of it. God, she was tired. Long days and nights led to little to no rest, and very little sleep. Making food was hard. Maybe she should find a way so she doesn't need to do too much work. For now, she would just be looking for some groceries. Not that she necessarily needed them, but it was always nice to have, and relaxing.*

*Tian would be dressed in her gold and silver robes, shimmering under the sun and flowing in the breeze. Two steel tonfa are strapped to her waist, and over her shoulder is a staff with a somewhat ornate top, though it could still deal a nasty hit if used as a weapon. She would also carry a small pair of metal chopsticks, heavy enough to use as shuriken if needed, or to sample something tasty. A kitchen knife also hung by her waist, a simple blade. Nothing fancy.*

*She would be nearby a stall, to hear 5 pairs of footsteps behind her. Turning around, her eyes would widen at the heavily armored people behind her. Two with greatswords, two with bows, and who she recognized as a particularly angry customer. He had caused quite the tantrum, nearly breaking a table. And he had a massive axe with him. This wouldn't end well.*

"H-hey, we don't have to fight, you know..."
Rebecca
*Moocifer mooed angrily, as he approached towards the Hu Lang, a small grin forming, as he held his axe. The four thugs would get into position in-front of him, protecting him in a line-formation with the two greatswords in-front, archers in the middle, and the big ol' cow in the back, looking like some sort of cowardly giant in his little entourage. He stamped his foot, growling with another moo. He growled, narrowing his eyes, and said.*

"Did yoooo think I wooould be so forgiving, as to not fight? No. This is only able to be settled with a brawl."

*He said, with a moo, getting into a combat stance.*
Gladys
"Ehhh..."

*Oh fuck. Now she was in trouble. She would frantically look around for _anything_. A ladder, spices, a piece of chain, even a pot. If she didn't find any, she would take a few steps back, then look towards the river. Damn. Should have moved there. Looking behind her, it also looked like she had just cornered herself. Great. Now it was time to stand her ground. Positioning herself behind a cart, she would plant her weapon on the ground.*

"Then so be it."
Rebecca
*The two Macen thugs began approaching, as the archers readied an arrow, and Moocifer stepped forward a meter diagonally, glaring, as he mooed angrily. He shook his head, resisting the urge to charge. He'd heard the stories of Squad Moo's mistakes, and while Hu Lang wasn't involved he wasn't going to be as careless as Soldier 3 was, and get disabled in the fight, so easily. Never again would a brayer be so humiliated, he decided, then, and there. He mooed angrily, gripping his weapon tightly, and said;*

"Don't just hide, stand and fight!"

*The cart provides exceptional cover from the archers, and hides her from them. Convenient how the cart was placed, nearby, and in place, admittedly.*
Gladys
*Now, to wait. Or she could try to run, but the archers would easily take her down. Even in water. Besides, she hated water. She also wasn't a blundering idiot to stand face to face against multiple opponents, armored, and with superior weaponry, as well as probably a better physical build. She would simply wait for one of the soldiers to approach her. It was a tight space, meaning that only about one of them could approach her at once. Good.*

"How about I just stay here and get some groceries?"
Rebecca
*The Macen approached single-file towards the Oriate woman, swords ready, as one approached, about to step forward. The first one would be visible in a few seconds, as the archers unknocked their arrows to get a better position with their bows, ans Moocifer growled, stepping closer as well.*

"Damn it woman! Stand and fight!"
Gladys
*As the first soldier approaches, Tian kicks the bottom of the staff with her foot, sending the bottom into the air, hopefully into the swordsman's groin or chin. Grabbing the back end, she would swing the ornate top part close to the ground, where it would burst into flames, moving upward into the man's chin, hopefully sending him back into the wall.*

"Why the hell do you have archers? I'm not going out there you madman! It's not my fault you're upset about everything!"
Rebecca
"The same reason I have some swordsmen, to make things easier for me!"

*The soldier grunted, as he took a hit to his groin, eyes clenching, and he teared up, falling to his knees, and then got smacked in the chin by the staff, being sent back into the wall with a grim, **Crunch**. Poor guy won't be moving any-time soon, no doubt.*

*The second Macen hesitated, thinking. About if this was worth that point.
Gladys
*Oh, shit. She didn't mean to hit him that hard. Then again, he probably deserved it. Targeting a lone, small restaurant owner without any proper weapons or armor. She would yell out, her voice seemingly far more threatening, more like an angry tiger than a shy fox.*

"Leave, and you won't get hurt!"

*Quickly, she would dart back behind the cart.*
```Forgot to include mana, but mana is still capped because of regen.```
Rebecca
*Moocifer chuckled, and stood where he was, the second Macen stood, freezing up, and the Steppe Elves looked at each other uncertainly, furrowing their brows. That wasn't expected.*

"Got some muscle in ya, you little Oriate? Good, good! Makes this more fun!"

*He laughed, and walked behind the Macen, smacking his back, and sending him forward with a sudden **Shove.** The Macen hesitated, taking in a breath, and yelped upon being shoved towards the Oriate.*
Gladys
*Her weapon would be poised to strike overhead, and almost does so as she sees the macen pop out. Upon seeing that he was shoved though, she hesitates. Tian doesn't like unnecessary violence, and shakes her head at him.*

"Leave now, and you'll get a discount!"

*She's hoping that this will turn into a one on one, as she's quite frightened of the archers. Fortunately, they didn't expect such a small woman to be able to knock out a mercenary.*
Rebecca
*The Mercenary Arches hesitate again, but ready their arrows, even still. The Macen looks at her terrified, but unsheathed his greatsword, just incase she tried to attack.*

"A discount, bah. They'll get their gold!"

*Moocifer laughed, and mooed angrily, tightening his grip of his axe, grinning savagely.*
Gladys
*Uh oh. He's unsheathed his sword now, but she's still not sure whether he's going to attack or not. 'Never the aggressor, Tian. Let them attack, then counter.' She would simply level the still flaming weapon at him, staring daggers into his eyes, blue and gold becoming fierce blazes.*

"Don't do it. I don't want to hurt you."
Rebecca
*The Macen sighed, and slashed with his Greatsword. Moocifer stepped closer, as he readied his axe, the archers stepped closer, hoping to get a chance to fire at the Oriate though chances are slim unless they could **Magic** A ladder, but unfortunately, they lack the spell, or magic in general, so rip them.*

"They work for their coin. If they fail, they aren't getting five gold."

*Moocifer said, simply, with a faint laugh.*
Gladys
*The swordsman sealed his own fate the moment he began to swing his sword. Moving to the side, away from the cart, the Oriate jabs at his hands with the flaming top end, aiming to break his fingers.*

"Then you have chosen your fate."
Rebecca
*The mercenary winces, and tensed as she moved to attack. He yelled in pain, as his fingers are hit, and the **Snapping** Is evident, as he stumbled back, going to try and hold his hands, only causing more pain, and yelling. Moocifer hugged, and pushed him out of the way, swinging his axe towards the Oriate from an overhead strike, wildly, and mooing loudly. His archers moved to go help the poor sod calm down, since they can't get a lucky shot in anyways.*

"Damnit! Woooman! Yoooo, pay for that!"

*He snarled, mooing angrily. He's big, but a bit slow, it seems in a direct fight, helpful.*
Gladys
*'He did this. That's it. He did this to himself. There's no need to fret. You warned him, after all.' Tian remembers why she left her family. She didn't want violence. She just didn't. But now, it was necessary. For her own survival.*

*She''s not risking trying to strike the brayer as his axe falls down. She would dash for her life, southeast as far as she could to avoid the massive axe. Hopefully the archers wouldn't shoot at her.*

"What's wrong, big boy? Too strong for your tastes?"
Rebecca
*Moocifer mooed loudly, as he was taunted, and stamped his feet. He glared, and huffed, as he swung horizontally with his axe.*

"Get back here! Yoooo damn woooooman!"

*The archers watched her, taking aim, although they hesitate. Unsure if they want to open fire on her. Especially seeing she didn't seem as 'unreasonable' as the big dumb cow-creature had said she was.*
Gladys
"That's not very nice, is it? I'm just a little lady."

*Dancing backwards, she would say it aloud such that the archers would hear. She would have to get them to not shoot, somehow. Bending over backwards, the axe head barely passing over her chest, she regains balance using her staff, flipping backwards. By now, she would be about a meter away from the bridge. Good.*
Rebecca
*The Archers hesitate still, unsure what to think, before the glance at the Brayer, who moos at them angrily.*

"What are yoooo waiting foooor?! Shoot her!"

*They glanced at eachother, and fled to the south, retreating from the fight. They decided honor was worth more than their measly pay-check. Though an angry Brayer is likely not a good idea, to have at your back. Which they soon realize as he turns fro Hu Lang, huffing and charges the Steppe Elves, horned-facing them. He's intending to charge and gorge them on his horns.*
Gladys
*The oriate's eyes widen as she sees the brayer turn around. It seems like he had no sense of honor whatsoever. As he turns and levels his horns, a large wing appears on the end of the staff. Quickly lunging towards the brayer, she jabs at the back of his right knee.*

"Go! I can take care of this! Just make sure to go to the Blooming Lotus!"
```Crane's Expanding Wing (Out of my Way!) cast, 10 mana used, 5 regained, 135/140 remaining```
Rebecca
*The Brayer is knocked down to his feet, with a grunt at the unexpected blast of force. He'd try to get up, trying to shake off the stumble. The archers looked at her, and nodded, dashing away towards the Blooming Lotus. They would drag the two macen with them. The Slammed-into-wall guy twitches, proving to be alive, just injured to hell.*

*The Brayer huffed, and finally got to his feet, his weapon a few feet away, out of his reach. Which angered him more. He huffed, and growled, glaring.*

"Damn you woooman! Yoooo'll pay for this! I swear!"