As the drunkard brounght his blade down, Mark Jumped up in his seat, and over the man, Making the man bury his blade in the seat, As Mark brought a dager around to slide in front of the mans Neck, and another point directly into his spine. He didnt put any real pressure into them, just enough to make it clear they were real. "A real warrior never enters into combat, while n a drunken Haze. Thats one death. Next, Never make it blatantly obvious your attacks. Thats two deaths. Thirdy, you challenged a foe, who is already greater than you, even i n your Prime. Thats three times you would have died, off of just one swing." He expalined.<br/><br/>He then used his daggers to make the guy slowly stand straight, and back away from his blade, hopefully. "Now, I suggest, you run over to the inn keep, Pay for the damage to his seat, leave your sword, and run along. Before I have to get violent." He said. If the drunkard agreed, then he'd release the man, followed by a kick in the mans ass, towards the bar keep.