Avis almost missed the drawing of the daggers. She blinked, then raised the swords that she held in her hands, even though they weren't hers. "Hey, what are you doing with-" she began.<br/><br/>And then an Alftar barged through the door, knives drawn. She screamed as she plunged the blade into one of them, howling,<span style="font-style: italic">"die, murderer!"</span><br/><br/>This was all the signal Avis needed to start fighting. She raised her swords, lunging at one of the green-cloaked man. He swung his knife at her, but she deflected it easily. A few strikes and it had fallen out of his hand. She grinned. "Hope that's not all you got," she said. He roared and lunged at her, apparently going to simply grab her. Avis hadn't exactly been expecting this- she had assumed he had some other weapon he would then draw. She ducked to the side, but it wasn't enough for her not to be slammed straight through the glass window proudly displaying the shop wares. It shattered and she went sailing through to the street, landing painfully on the broken glass.<br/><br/>Larteis thought almost nothing of the girl who bumped into him, until she muttered an apology in Alftaran. For a moment, he was seized with longing for home. Then the more practical fear of being recognized overtook him.  He turned anxiously after her, watching her go into a shop. Only moments after, there was a tremendous crash as a girl he'd never seen before went sailing out of the window. The girl struggled to her feet, holding twin rapiers in her hand, as a larger man lunged after her. Bellant roared, immediately sensing an opportunity for a fight, and lunged. "Bellant!" Larteis chased after him, but he was too slow to catch up- and even if he could do so, he was not sure his attempts to stop the drake would be successful.