<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Julius' eyes held fast to the back of the man's head, his hand steady around the hilt of the rapier. His expression was soft in features but stern in expression. He could see the woman in his line of sights, keeping a distant focus on her that was currently centered on her assailant. The man's vulgarities and crude gestures brought a slight wrinkle of disdain, disapproving as could be. He spared a flicker of a glance to the woman but quickly returned it. "From what I can see, she is not your woman nor does she want for your advances." His jaw twitched with the grit of teeth. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but women don't usually cry out for help when they're... willing..." He scowled, and refused to repeat what the drunkard had so lewdly stated. There was a heavy amount of sarcasm in his otherwise calm tone. "I have looked at her, mate.. and you'd be wise to simply walk away," he spoke evenly, though there was a touch of warning to his voice.<br/>
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The girl gave her own warning and his grip tightened on the hilt. He didn't trust this man in his drunken stupor to listen to either of them. He caught the second of tension in his massive frame, the prerequisite before the lunge that made his top lip curl above distinctly pointed teeth. The words the man spoke was lost to him as fight or flight kicked in, and with Julius' upbringing it was far greater tipped in the scales of fighting. "Don't!" he barked out, but the man was already going. The tip of the rapier tore the shirt as his legs started moving on their own accord. Like the snap of a rubber band, the retaliation was just as quick. <br/>
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As Tomasin lurched forward, the rapier clattered to the ground as Julius released it. He didn't <i>want </i>to kill the man, necessarily. Though, he'd be damned all over again before he allowed the larger man to abuse or get his hands on the young woman again. A few pointed steps had him charging after the man with a snarl, closing the distance. Before Tomasin could reach Clio, his arms hooked around the larger man's waist like that of a vice grip. Stopping the man in his tracks, he steadied his stance and grounded himself, reeling the man backwards in a reversal of momentum. Twisting his own frame with strength of a curse that only proved to aid more than deter, he hurled the man backwards off his feet and toward the opposite direction he'd been lunging. Leaving the man to tumble to the ground with the release of mass, Julius spun around in a half-stoop and almost stumbled himself before catching himself with a palm to the ground as he caught the rapier with his fingertips. Sliding it closer, he got a firmer grip as he collected his feet beneath him and rose to full height with sword in hand. "I gave you fair warning, you cumberworlding stampcrab!" Julius spat, which... sounded foolish perhaps in any modern sense, however, in his day... it was a mouthful of an insult. In simpler terms, he called the man a clumsy waste of space. <br/>
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"Come at the woman again, and it will be your blood to pay for it!" He growled, pointing the rapier toward Tomasin, standing between the drunk and the woman. "I will not stand to repeat myself <i>again,</i>" he spoke lower, his jaw tensing with the narrowed gaze. Though, he had half a mind to turning his head, sparing a quick glance behind him to the woman but keeping a watchful eye on the large man in case he chose the dumber route. "Are you alright, miss?" He murmured to her, softer in tone and all harshness been bled out from his voice when it came to speaking to her. It was kind, almost gentle, even his expression softened in the brief look he cast toward her. It hardened the moment he laid eyes on Tomasin again. </span>