Andrew began to think of where he could scrape together a meal for Alan, but noticed the boy’s line of sight going somewhere behind him. He turned around to see his mom punch some random man square in the nose, knocking him flat on his back. He groaned. Not again.<br/><br/>“No one steals whatever that was from my bandit crew,” Larissa said to the man, looming over him. Larissa didn’t really care about the item itself. It was the principle of the thing and also the opportunity to punch something. However, before the fight could get good, the man noticed Alan. Andrew stepped back to guard Alan if need be. However, the man’s gun wasn’t a weapon, merely a flare. He wasn’t sure that was any better.<br/><br/>Larissa scowled. “Hey, what are you going on about? We gonna fight or not?” However, she was distracted by the bandits flooding into town. “What the-“ she turned. The man turned and smashed into Larissa with a punch, sending her flying.<br/><br/>“Mom!” Andrew ran into the saloon, searching for Larissa. She was easy enough to find, he just followed the trail of destruction through the saloon. He scowled up at Alex as he told Larissa to get off the table. “Leave her alone,” he said angrily. Bizarre as his mother was, no one got away with treating her that way. Usually because Larissa would smash them to the turf, but still.<br/><br/>As Alex departed, Andrew tried to rouse his mother. “Mom, are you all right?”<br/><br/>Larissa grunted something that sounded like ‘gerouthwy.’ Andrew blinked. “What?”<br/><br/>This time, she enunciated. “Get out of the way.” She peeled herself off the heavy oak table.<br/><br/>“Uh- okay. Why?” Andrew stepped back.<br/><br/>“Because I’m throwing the table.”  And with that, Larissa heaved the table over her head. With another movement, the table went flying out the bar doors and into the fray. “Get everyone organized!” She shouted at Andrew, then bounded out to resume the fight.