<blockquote><div><cite>Wave Drakon wrote:</cite>Kaim gripped onto his makeshift leather strap at the front, the thumb caught between the cracking leather and his cloak as he took another single tiring step forward. He felt a sudden gust of wind as a figure moving sharply in front of him, the fluttering of both their cloaks complimenting each other as he caught sight of several strands of wavy brown hair hanging by the persons chest and arms. A woman clearly, he spoke with a worried and tired tone, anything to avoid any confrontations, "Miss, I'm sorry I didn't mean.." He was cut off as she spoke her words, the sound of her voice blissfully cradling his ear canals in the equivalent of a sweet rhapsody, it sounded somewhat familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.<br/><br/>One thing however was for certain, the mention of his name had left Kaim with his jaw momentarily slackened and his lips speechless, who was this woman that knew him? He glanced down at her through his cloak hood, the top would have hidden anything above the tip of his nose and he in return could only see the same of her due to the angle of the fabric. <br/><br/>A mediocre amount of shuffling could be heard behind him, glancing back Kaim caught sight of several men standing up from their tables, their leather footwear patting the oak floorboards lightly as they strode around Kaim and this knowing stranger. With a single one too Kaim's left of a medium build while two much larger men stood to his right, the remaining male stood closer to the stranger before Kaim with a hefty grin on his chubby face. With an oversized hand outstretched the male lightly stroked a hand among this strangers locks, the fingertips clumsy and large running their greasy content through the glossy brown hair. <span style="font-style: italic">"This street mutt giving you trouble little miss? Me and my comrades here would gladly get him out of your way for a mere..intimate favour."</span> The repulsive patron licked his dry lips lightly before stepping between them both, prodding a sausage like finger on Kaim's left lapel nudging him backwards, <span style="font-style: italic">"I think you need to leave this lady and us alone don't you..peasant.."</span><br/><br/>The barman called out to them, <span style="font-style: italic">"Kylan, you're drunk..leave the poor guy alone alright? He pays with real money, unlike you did last week.. you still owe me four gold."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Stow it Carn, this scum needs to know his place, we just want a little bit of entertainment on the side.."</span><br/><br/>Kaim took a step back waving his hands in front of his chest in an apologising manner, the palms patched with dry mud. He took a deep but quiet breath to attempt speaking as clear as possible, "Look I'm just trying to make my way, I don't even know this woman..but I recommend that even if I go, that you leave her to her own business." <br/><br/>The large man nudged him with a full palm this time at his shoulder, causing Kaim to move a foot back to keep his balance, <span style="font-style: italic">"We'll treat the fruits of this earth as we please..now get out."</span><br/><br/>Kaim inhaled tiredly pushing weight on his left leg, spreading his feet apart slowly as he lowered his torso, he arched his spine slightly a sickeningly dull crack could be heard echoing from deep inside his aching joints. He reached up to lightly grasp the blackened hilt of his blade, he slowly unhooked the scabbard from the leather strap, holding the rusted length out to point at the man stood in front of him. The blade firmly remained sheathed, "I don't want to fight you.."<br/><br/>The disgruntled male let out a large booming laugh, glancing over to his friends who sniggered and chuckled back in reply to this mans laughter. With a raising of his club like hands he spoke to Kaim mockingly, <span style="font-style: italic">"And just what are you going to do with that? Sprinkle rust on me? Hah! We'll teach you a lesson that you won't ever forget.."</span> The man swung once for Kaim, he used what remained of his decade old reflexes to shift his torso backwards narrowly avoiding the fist, his back clicked once more violently as he spun anti-clockwise and full circle. He brought the rusted relic around with his hand, halting the covered blade and lightly tapping the ruffians left cheek with the tip, "Please..don't fight me.." Kaim pleaded from beneath his hood, each having breath causing his spine to echo with pain.</div></blockquote>