Danny
Kameros's friendly demeanor began to diminish more quickly with each passing second the elven man drew closer to Essme. The moment the aasimar's eyes left his own, Kameros gently pressed past the handful of women surrounding him and swooning over him. Disappearing from sight completely as if going invisible, it took only a few seconds for the tiefling to reappear, though this time he was behind the elven man pestering Essme. When Kam did reappear, Essme would very easily notice the way his eyes now began to glow a full gold, his pupils completely gone. Leaning onto the drunken fool, Kameros tilted his head inward so the elf could see his face clearly. While the sorcerer never once looked at Essme, it was obvious in the deepened tone Kameros spoke with that he was not at all in a playful mood.

Eyeing the elf, a slight grin grew across Kameros's face before he finally spoke. "I don't believe the lady is in need of your company anymore." Finishing his words, Kam's golden eyes began to glow even more, though their color darkened ever so slightly. Still, his eyes never slid to Essme. Instead, the remained glued to the elf's. Call him a knight in shining armor or nothing more than a nuisance, it didn't take a genius to see that Essme didn't wish to be pestered by some drunken ass. There was nothing Kameros hated more than when women fell at his feet for him, but he couldn't imagine it the other way around. It was why he practiced humility so much, and refused to act as this elven man did for and in front of women. Not to mention, Essme was a knight, a paladin. She deserved more respect than this fool was giving her.
 
"Apologize to the lady and take your leave." Squeezing the elf's shoulder, Kamors's golden eyes finally slid back to Essme, but only for a mere second. When they met her own, they returned to their normal shape and colors, only to fill back out with dark gold once more as he slid them back to the drunk. While he had yet to make any sudden moves or make

Any rude comments, it was obvious not much would cause Kameros to make the elf leave. At the very least he had managed to catch Essme enjoying his song, and he'd not let this stranger ruin the evening in hopes of getting into Essme's pants. Kameros only hoped Essme wouldn't get angry at him for standing up for her.

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*Some women simply prefer to do that for themselves.*

But there was a sense that overcame Kameros, to protect Essme and her honor as a lady. She was a valiant knight with vows and virtues to uphold. No drunken man or woman would be allowed to take that from her, not if Kameros had any say in the matter. The elven man turned toward Kameros, his blood drunk eyes sliding to meet the tieflings. *"The fuck did you say to me, bullhead?"* For a moment, a smile appeared upon Kameros's face, his toothy grin making it seem as though he had taken the highly offensive slur as a joke rather than racist comment. But as another moment passed, Kameros reared his fist back and slammed it into the elven man's jaw, causing him to slouch over the bar with a loud *Ooof!* Reaching up to check if his jaw or nose were bleeding, the drunk swung his arm backwards in an attempt to hit Kameros, only to miss.

As the arm was swung his way, Kameros did nothing more than step out of the way before using the elven's momentum against him; pushing a hand against his back, Kam forced the elven man to fall onto his face on the wooden floor of the tavern before taking a step his way and crouching down beside him. "Well, that didn't seem to work out for you, now did it?" Reaching down, Kameros ran a hand under the elven man's chin, forcing him to look up at Essme. "Now, about that apology." Kameros spoke, his voice serious and irritated.
Donald
Stale, hot breath began to slither its way onto Essme's skin as she continued to pull herself away from the inebriated stranger who didn't seem to take no for an answer. The drink he had so hatefully demanded finally arrived, and within seconds that old man had his sticky fingers wrapped around the glass. Taking a messy swig of his own, Essme was disgusted when he tried to get her to take some. While of course, the aasimar was a knight in training, she found herself far more helpless than ever under the peer pressure. This man's eyes seemed to devour her with a hunger completely unknown to her, constantly pushing and pushing at the constant presses of *No's*. Faydel had her anxious gaze flickering towards the people around her for help, though by the looks of it- everyone was too busy with their own conversations to realize the situation around them. 

It was in that moment that Essme remembered Kameros was nearby, jerking her head over to hopefully spot him in the sea of bodies near the stage. However, when the sorcerer caught nothing but angry glares of femimine eyes beaming directly at her, with no sign of the tiefling in sight- Em grew more perplexed by the minute. *Where was he?* Just before the angel could call out his name, there was a shift in the atmosphere between her and the elven man. Heavy scents of mahogany wood and mint, along with the bittersweet hints of wine seemingly overpowered the rancid stench of the drunken fool before her as Kameros emerged before her very eyes. Startled by his presence, Essme looked up at him wide eyed. There was a spike of fear in her shaken up gray hues as she took in the unusual glow of her friends eyes. Em had only ever seen Kamero's angry once, and even then... It was never as stiff or deadly as it was now. 
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The stone expression sitting on Kam's face had sent a chill down the middle of Faydel's back, causing her to snap up straight when he clamped his hand down on the stranger's shoulder. A furrowed uppush from the young woman's brows painted a worried, and downright timid look on Essme's face when Kameros flicked his eyes for her, if only for a moment. Even if he allowed himself to appear normal to her in those seconds, the rage that took hold of his pupils again unsettled her to the core. Em wasn't upset by any means that the tiefling was helping her, no. That much was a blessing. What caused her so much panic was the silent yet strong power that boiled within Szerabon. She felt as though she was going to be wedged into the middle of something... *Something bad.* "I..." Essme started, choking on her words. "It's okay Kam- i.."

Holding the stiff air in her throat, Essme felt frozen when the eleven man spat out profanities. A few stragglers here and there would begin to turn their heads towards the direction of the three, causing Essme's pointed ears to fall flatter than before. However, as the angel set her sights back on the tiefling, she was dumbfounded to see him smiling. In those seconds of silence, the tension grew thicker. Essme had started to stand up from her chair in hopes to pull Kameros away from the bastard before– 

**__CRACK__**
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A loud clap struck the air with high speeds, sending a thunderous shuffle as Kamero's fist collided with the strangers face- rocking him into the side of the table. Essme let out a shrill gasp, pulling her hands abruptly up to her mouth in shock and horror. "Kameros!!" She exclaimed, her eyes darting all over him along with the old man who soon tried to retaliate. Taking a good few steps back, the aasimar watched helplessly while the two went at it. Though, it wasn't much of a fight for the tiefling as he proved far more victorious. Just as quick as it began, the fight ended with Kamero's swift movements collapsing onto the elven man with nothing more than one arm. When he brought his masculine fist up to coil his fingers around the bleeding jaw of the elf, Essme's face burned a bright red as Kameros forced him to look at her. She still kept her hands glued to her mouth, those eyes still wide and anxious. But after seeing all that her companion could do? There was a small part of her that was blown away. 
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Danny
With a cough and sputter, the elven man almost looked as though her were about to spit on Essme's boots, but before he could Kameros pushed down hard on the top of his head. This caused the poor drunk to bite down on his own tongue rather harshly, and more blood began to pool from his mouth. It was obvious the elf was testing Kam's patience. With a few clicks from his tongue and shake of his head, Kameros spoke once more. "I don't believe that was what I asked for. Apologize, lest you wish to *Lose* Your ability to do so." The elven man let out a groan of pain as his bit his own tongue, but it was clear he had enough of being humiliated. Raising his bloodshot eyes, the man nodded his head as best he could, barely managing to speak through the blood and pain in his mouth. *"I am.. Sorry, m'lady."*

Kameros released the elf, but not before a few smacks on his cheek. "Good man." Using the elf's head as a means to stand, Kameros stood up straight before dusting off his shirt. Glancing over to the various women that had once surrounded him like a horny mob, Kameros offered them nothing more than a wink. He noticed the glares they shot Essme's way, but chose to ignore it. None of them compared to the angel that stood before him, in more than just looks to boot. The crowd that had begun surrounding the bar brawl merely cheered Kameros on, as they saw it as nothing more than a bard saving his lady love. Rolling his eyes a bit, Kameros wanted nothing more than to take his leave of this place, especially given the angry drunk he stood over likely had friends somwhere nearby. The last thing he needed was to be arrested, Essme would never hear the end of it from Winrae.

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Stepping over the drunken fool sprawled across the floor, Kameros bowed slightly to Essme and extended his hand. "I do believe this is where we take our leave, love." Once Essme took his hand, he'd guide her gently around the elf before leading her to the door, the small crowd moving to give the 'couple' room. As the two emerged from the tavern, Kameros turned to face Essme. His hands were hot but not sweaty, and his purple skin around his cheeks were slightly darker, a clear sign he was slightly flustered or perhaps upset. Eventually, his pupils began to reappear from the sea of gold within his eyes, but with a disappointed look, he sighed. "I am sorry that happened, Essme. I probably-" Pulling his hand away, the tiefling ran it up behind his head. "-I probably just upset you more, this evening."

Perhaps he was flustered from the bar fight, or maybe embarrassed, but it was clear it bothered him that Essme had to see such an exchange. The last thing we wanted was to upset her further.