<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Somewhere in Eivind's mind he could pick Blue's words from the rest, could feel his pretense, and was aware of where he was. It didn't matter though. Eivind didn't intend to stop. He was going to make things right. He wanted Blue to get away from them, and to let him finish. Once the man stopped breathing he would cease to be a threat. Eivind did something uncharacteristic even for wolves when he knew he'd gotten the better of Vincent, and he wrapped two hands around the larger man's throat, cutting him off from desperately needed air. It was personal to him, and Eivind wanted to make him pay. He enjoyed the feel of Vincent's struggles, and knowing that he was starting to recognize the error in his ways. Eivind might have been smaller, but he was strong, determined, and positively incensed. Verging on madness almost, taking his frustration out on Vincent not only for this incident, but for the other times Blue had been at someone's mercy and he'd not been there.<br/>
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Vincent's chest was constricting. He was panicking as thumbs pressed down. Blue was still too close, but it wouldn't matter for much longer. Through Vincent's flailing though, he'd managed to hit Blue. Eivind might have collapsed his windpipe if not for the sudden, cloying scent of Blue's blood. Other men were converging on them, pulling, breaking his hold and allowing Vincent access to oxygen once more, though he only wheezed and sputtered initially. Eivind shook free of the bouncer and went right to Blue. Sig was trying to deflect the situation.<br/>
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“Get him away,” he was saying, motioning to Vincent, who was scrambling to get up onto his feet, chest convulsing. The bouncer helped up. Daniel had gone to the man who was obviously the more injured of the two, rendering aid, saying that he was a licensed nurse.<br/>
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“Don't touch him. Let me calm him down. I'll get him out,” Sig pleaded, placing two small hands on the wide chest of the bouncer. “He's not thinking clearly, obviously. Let me get this situation under control. You are only going to make it worse.”<br/>
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Eivind was pulling Blue close, taking hold of his wrist to check the wound. He helped Blue up, and extended his arm upward, so that he could hold it above his heart. Eivind didn't know much, but he knew that. He didn't say anything, breathing heavy, pupils still dilated. He was past the point of words, operating outside of human reason. Sig was holding a hand out to the bouncer, as if it would keep him at bay, and came close to the pair, careful in his approach.<br/>
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“We have to go,” Sig said, or they were going to throw them out. They didn't need anymore fights, but Eivind seemed okay with getting out of the crowded bar, and into the fresh air. With Blue in tow Eivind seemed okay. Furious still, but his body language had returned to a more manageable level. Once outside, Eivind was still restless and agitated, but at least he wasn't closed it. Daniel had come out a few minutes later.<br/>
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“He's.. Holy shit.. He's refusing medical. He's okay though. Well enough to argue, at least..” Daniel was shaking his head. “I don't think he wanted to admit to anyone he got the shit kicked out of him and had to be taken away by ambulance, but I strongly advised him to at least get checked out.” The nurse was looking to Eivind, assessing, before going to Blue instead, since he was bleeding.<br/>
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“Numbness or tingling? Any loss of movement? I have a med kit in my car. Antiseptic..” Daniel was saying, tossing the keys to Sig. The cut itself wasn't bad, but wounds in the palm didn't have to be bad to sever nerves or tendons.<br/>
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“The manager said they weren't going to bother going through with charges if the big guy refused to be checked out medically,” Daniel said, directing his words at Eivind, who didn't appear to be listening to him.</span></span>