Vincent was pressing down too hard on Blue's throat, irritating his windpipe and causing him to gasp as he struggled for air. Vincent knew how to choke someone probably, so either he was cutting off Blue's air on purpose or he was so irritated by how the night was progressing that he didn't care about being careful. It didn't matter how Vincent was choking him, or his intentions, because the moment Blue began to scratch at Vincent's hand he felt himself being pulled backwards aggressively, torn away from Vincent's grasp and thrown into Sig, who caught him and supported the lanky male while he coughed into his fist. His throat was mildly sore, but he recovered quickly enough, lifting his head to witness the brawl between the two men, though it was obvious his lover had the upper hand due to sheer ferocity.<br/><br/>Blue watched, mouth agape, as the males swung at one another repeatedly. Eivind's fists were landing blow after blow onto Vincent's bearded face, but it didn't seem like the thick hairs were offering any kind of cushioned barrier against Eivind's precise punches. Although in regards to Blue, Eivind was careful, gentle, and sweet, it was obvious now there was a side to him that was made just for fighting. Blue had seen shades of it a few times before, mostly with Sieger, technically with Sig as well although the small wolf hadn't fought back, so that example had been more of a pummeling than any kind of fair skirmish. A strange thought surfaced in Blue's head as he stared at the two swing their limbs, blood staining Eivind's knuckles: this was precisely what Eivind's father would have wanted. A reaction. Determination. A blatant display of dominance. Perhaps, in the language of humans, this was just a fight over a nice piece of ass between two possessive men, filled with alcohol and testosterone, though Blue knew Eivind wasn't drunk in the slightest. Not with his heightened tolerance. But in the language of wolves, Vincent had shown much disrespect not only by<i>touching </i>a wolf's mate when it wasn't wanted, but by intentionally harming him as well. Blue imagined that had Vincent used his brain to accurately assess the situation, Eivind would have been willing to let him walk away unharmed. He truly had been quite patient with Vincent.<br/><br/>Well, patient as far as wolves were concerned.<br/><br/>Sig had warned Daniel to stay out of it, another signal to Blue that this fight meant something very different to wolves than it did humans. Or that he just didn't want Daniel accidentally getting hurt, which was highly likely considering the way Eivind and Vincent were tossing themselves at one another. "Don't," Blue reiterated, shaking his head at Daniel. The nurse protested, tossing his arm in the feuding males' direction. Blue's eyes were drawn fray, and he realized he was starting to get worried. Vincent's face was covered with blood, and although he was still hitting Eivind's center with everything he had, his arm looked like it was starting to tire, and each punch was slower and weaker than the one before it. Eivind, however, wasn't letting up in the slightest. The wolf was a fountain of endless energy and fury, and jabs continued to spring forth from him without any sign that he was going to stop anytime soon. Vincent was getting wobbly; he stumbled back, turning his body to try and get Eivind at a different angle, but the wolf wasn't so easily fooled, and he easily adjusted to Vincent's alternative stance and continued beating the blonde man's face into something unrecognizable.<br/><br/>The crowd had given the men a wide berth, but now bouncers were rushing through to try and tear them apart. Blue knew that if anyone touched Eivind, he was bound to go off on them as well, and they would have an even bigger mess on their hands. Eivind was very much likely to murder someone. He had done it before to avenge Blue's honor, he would happily do it now if it meant that Vincent would never bother Blue ever again. But Blue couldn't let Eivind kill someone, not here in a bar filled wall-to-wall with bystanders. Many had seen Vincent taunt and physically threaten Blue, but nothing would save them if Eivind went too far. He had to do something.<br/><br/>"Vin, mate, please!" Blue called, rushing forward to throw himself in between Eivind and Vincent, knowing he was the only person in the entire bar Eivind would never hurt. Even Sig likely wasn't safe from the wolf's onslaught. "Stop, we need to go!" But Eivind wasn't listening; his animalistic instincts were demanding he teach Vincent a lesson he couldn't see to stop himself even at Blue's request. "MATE, LET'S GO!" Blue yelled, dangerously close to wild limbs. Too close, it seemed, as Vincent's arm wrenched back too quickly, nailing Blue in the gut and causing him to groan and fall backwards. Blue instinctively set out a hand behind his body to catch himself, but all he managed to do was fall down onto a piece of the glass he had broken earlier, lodging a shard into his palm as he slid back on the dance floor.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" Blue squealed, grabbing his wrist with his opposite hand and bringing his palm up to his face. A large chunk of glass had stuck in his palm and blood was seeping down his forearm in thick scarlet streams. The bouncers had reached Eivind and Vincent, one of them pulling Vincent away by restraining his arms behind him with the other reached for Eivind.