Shula had been trying to remain calm this entire time. She had been more then a little angry on the inside, some in part having to do with Faelan's rage but as soon as he took the first swing she decided that all bets were off. Truth be told she was a little surprised, completely unprepared as she was thrown towards the ground. She touched her lip, blood coating the tip of her finger and she had to take a second to recover before she jumped up again, smoke billowing from her nose. Hopping back up she didn't miss a beat, taking Faelan being distracted as an opportunity. She grabbed the back of his head, gripping his hair and slamming it into the solid wood of the bar.<br/><br/>"You motherfucker! I didn't tell him shit!" She yelled, Cracking her neck. She didn't like to play the damsel in distress and quite frankly it was going to be nice to get a chance to kick Faelan's ass. Despite the chaos beginning the run rampant around them Shula and Faelan seemed to only be focused on each other- breaking bar stools and taking cheap shots. Whenever someone tried to intervene on her side Shula made quick work of them, her mind only focused on Faelan. She was sure if she didn't have any control what so ever she would have burnt the bar down but Shula decided to use her fists and claws instead, finding satisfaction in the solid smack of flesh on flesh.<br/><br/>She could smell blood now as the patrons fought amongst themselves, seeming to jump at the opportunity to join the fray. One demon in particular however simply stood up, grabbing his drink before someone smashed into the table beside him, causing it to collapse. He seemed to be watching Faelan and Shula in particular, the only calm one in the entire joint.