<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><div style="text-align: center">The table was violently overturned, spilling a variety of items on it including cards, gold, and pints (some empty, some still full). The huge towering man stood over a small, petite looking woman with an eye patch over her right eye. A single piercing green eye peered out from beneath a mess of flaming red hair and up at the man, giving the deadliest of glares.<br/>
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" <i>YOU CHEATING WHORE!</i> "<br/>
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" <b>Say it again.</b> " She mumbled in a sultry tone as she arose. She stood only half his size, but she did not flinch as he took a step forward and leaned down to her level. Her nose flared at his heavy breath on her face, she could smell the booze on him.<br/>
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" <i>W-H-O-R-E.</i> "<br/>
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Her lips pulled back into a grin as she shifted her stance slightly, bracing herself for the worst. Her arms folded over her chest as she cocked her head to the side. It was obvious this man wasn't from the area, a traveler no doubt...and him being drunk didn't bode well considering his temperament. Sure, she cheats every once in a while, but as far as the traveler, he was just drunk so she figured she would do the tavern a favor and avoid any altercations.<br/>
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" <b>I think you've had enough--</b> " As she turned to call out one of the guards to get him out of there, she paused once feeling something warm and wet make contact with her cheek. She paused and brought her hand up to her cheek to wipe the spit from it as she returned her gaze to the drunk. A flame of sheer hatred burned in her eye as she locked onto him. Without a word, or even a warning, her fist connected with his face, shattering his cheek bone and breaking his nose. As he fell to the ground, Lucca approached the drunken heap and straddled his backside before grabbing a handful of his hair. She lifted his head to her lips as she knelt down, whispering lowly as she slipped a hand into his shirt to retrieve whatever gold he had left, " <b>You worthless sack of shit</b>, " before finally slamming his head down on the floor, knocking him unconscious.<br/>
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She rose and turned to the table to gather her gold, her cloak, and her satchel from the floor. Turning back around, glaring at those who kept staring in awe, she dropped the drunken traveler's coin sack onto the tavern bar and without a word, she left.​</div></span>