With how much adrenaline was in his veins, Faelan hardly felt it as his face smacked on the counter, and even as he tasted blood he was unfazed. Turning to look at the dragon in the eyes, nothing but rage seemed to fill him up and he set upon the woman with a renewed vigor. They traded blows fairly consistently, he was landing just as many as he was taking. A nose would break as he threw an elbow into a demon trying to grab him from behind, a low kick taking out a more humanoid demon trying to jump into their fray. It almost sounded like a war zone as more tables crashed, beastly demons bellowed like wild animals, smoke filling the room. Yet, his complete and undivided attention was on Shula. And hurting her.<br/><br/>The invigorating pain of the fight drove him on, his mind muddled with thoughts of her telling Thomas everything about him in a snide voice. Thomas and that fucking accent would just laugh and call him a pale bastard for being foolish enough to be tricked into befriending a demon. Instead of wildly flinging himself though, he used every ounce of training, and used the anger to fuel it. The sound of flesh hitting flesh resounded wonderfully in his ears, every time he landed a blow. It seemed like Shula hadn't been lying when she complained about her being weak the first time. She matched his pace, decently enough that every hit felt just that much better.<br/><br/>Their fighting out matched just about everyone in the bar, and anyone in the bar was either unconscious or working on getting out. Tables laid turned, if they were lucky, and the floor was covered in a fair amount of spilled booze, spilled blood, and other liquids that Faelan didn't want to think about. The fighting had persisted for some time now, and Shula was the only one still standing other than himself. They both were bleeding from various minor wounds, and he was pretty sure he'd given her a horrid black eye. They panted and heaved, but they were still fighting. Dodging under a slower punch, he pushed himself up into her ribs, sending her sprawling to the floor a few feet away before a slow clap started to fill the room. With his chest rising and falling rapidly from the exertion, Faelan looked, wild eyed at the demon hidden behind a cloak in the corner.